In Memory

[snafu]

Tori...

Were is he in We Were Soldiers? I love that movie. I'll watch it tonight and look for him.

[ToriAllen]

I think either way is pretty bad. One minute they are fine and the next they aren't. That's rough.

Dad went through a lot of ups and downs, and at one point, for about a year after his first surgery, we thought that was it. They thought the cancer was confined to the right kidney, and when it was removed, we were so relieved. That is when he really started to get involved in acting. I think it woke him up to how short life is. I think it woke us all up to how short life is. That is when we really started talking again.

 

I forgot this pic. He was such a goofball. He had fallen asleep on the beach. And incase anyone is wondering, yes, I

[tizz]

Right now my stepfather is in the hospital not expected to make it another week cry he has been in since July 7th. i am having a hard time explaining it to my four year old who loves him dearly

[skategreen]

I think either way is pretty bad. One minute they are fine and the next they aren't. That's rough.

Dad went through a lot of ups and downs, and at one point, for about a year after his first surgery, we thought that was it. They thought the cancer was confined to the right kidney, and when it was removed, we were so relieved. That is when he really started to get involved in acting. I think it woke him up to how short life is. I think it woke us all up to how short life is. That is when we really started talking again.

 

I forgot this pic. He was such a goofball. He had fallen asleep on the beach. And incase anyone is wondering, yes, I

[skategreen]

Right now my stepfather is in the hospital not expected to make it another week cry he has been in since July 7th. i am having a hard time explaining it to my four year old who loves him dearly

 

Sorry Tizzy. These are the times

 

we must hold hands.

[skategreen]

I'm Speechless and my eyes are leaking...

 

You really are quite the dear one, aren't you?

 

>CES gives good acknowledgments.<

[ToriAllen]

Right now my stepfather is in the hospital not expected to make it another week cry he has been in since July 7th. i am having a hard time explaining it to my four year old who loves him dearly

I'm sorry.

The worst part is trying to explain to the kids. It took mine a while to stop asking when we could go see Umpa again. My son even asked me when he could go to heaven and visit Umpa. I tried to explain to him that things don't quite work that way, but it is so hard for children to understand.

[tizz]

I have ben using the movies "Brother Bear" and "Lion King" so I think she has resigned herself to thinking he will become one of the "Big Differs" (big dippers) and she will be able to talk to him every night. I think I like that best. SHe has been having a couple of really really SAD meltdowns over not being able to find her toys lately and I think it might have something to do with it because that is not like her. She alomost panniocked after agreeing to trade toys with a neighbor for the afternoon. She was fine until we had to leave and then she just got so sad.

[Lethalfind]

I have to say that its hard to read this thread but its also comforting to have some place to go and speak about something that I ALWAYS keep to myself.

My Dad had a heart attack on July 7, 1999. That was only 3 days after he and my Mom were the martials of the town parade for July 4. They took my daugther with them as they rode through town in the convertible. I remember being affraid that the police would stop them from holding her on their lap because they were sitting on the back of the convertible. I look back at those pictures and its strange to understand that only days later he had his heart attack. He had bypass surgery and we thought he was recovering when he had another attack was dead by the end of August.

I hated seeing him dependent and he hated it as well. He hated not feeling well, that was SO not him. He went through so much pain. I can't say which is harder seeing someone suffer and then pass away or not knowing anything and them dying suddenly. Maybe it depends on the person. I know my Father would have prefered to die suddenly rather then go through 2 months of torture the way he did.

I think its cool putting your Dads picture on here, I don't remember who did it but those were cool. I will have to figure out how to use my scanner and post some of my Dad with my Daughter.

[ToriAllen]

I have to say that its hard to read this thread but its also comforting to have some place to go and speak about something that I ALWAYS keep to myself.

My Dad had a heart attack on July 7, 1999. That was only 3 days after he and my Mom were the martials of the town parade for July 4. They took my daugther with them as they rode through town in the convertible. I remember being affraid that the police would stop them from holding her on their lap because they were sitting on the back of the convertible. I look back at those pictures and its strange to understand that only days later he had his heart attack. He had bypass surgery and we thought he was recovering when he had another attack was dead by the end of August.

I hated seeing him dependent and he hated it as well. He hated not feeling well, that was SO not him. He went through so much pain. I can't say which is harder seeing someone suffer and then pass away or not knowing anything and them dying suddenly. Maybe it depends on the person. I know my Father would have prefered to die suddenly rather then go through 2 months of torture the way he did.

I think its cool putting your Dads picture on here, I don't remember who did it but those were cool. I will have to figure out how to use my scanner and post some of my Dad with my Daughter.

I would love to see those...

[wolvesslasher]

I am an ass. I have no respect for anything in life because I don't even respect myself. The only reason I am a jerk like this is for attention and because I know that I am so anti-social that should I die tomorrow, nobody would ever write beautiful things like this about me, and I hate that. I wonder why I am such a jerk...

[ToriAllen]

LIVE AND LET DIE!!

 

 

Does insensitive asshole warrant the box?

[Lethalfind]

what a prick,

he does deserve the box and a good slap across the face

[wolvesslasher]

Yes, I love the Idiot Box. It suits me. Thank you!

[ToriAllen]

Try it and you'll be visiting your father in Hell!!

That sounds like a dare. See, now that's the kind of shit-talk that makes the temptation unbearable. I can't wait to see what you think you can do...

[wolvesslasher]

I know that I'm whacko. Please put me in the Box for my own safety. Thank you.

[phreakwars]

I forgot this pic. He was such a goofball. He had fallen asleep on the beach. And incase anyone is wondering, yes, I

[angie]

Sounds like permanent idiot box to me. Or until he can prove he deserves otherwise. Made some stupid ass nasty comment in the "Remember" thread too.

[Cogito Ergo Sum]

I think either way is pretty bad. One minute they are fine and the next they aren't. That's rough.

Dad went through a lot of ups and downs, and at one point, for about a year after his first surgery, we thought that was it. They thought the cancer was confined to the right kidney, and when it was removed, we were so relieved. That is when he really started to get involved in acting. I think it woke him up to how short life is. I think it woke us all up to how short life is. That is when we really started talking again.

 

I forgot this pic. He was such a goofball. He had fallen asleep on the beach. And incase anyone is wondering, yes, I

[skategreen]

I have to say that its hard to read this thread but its also comforting to have some place to go and speak about something that I ALWAYS keep to myself.

My Dad had a heart attack on July 7, 1999. That was only 3 days after he and my Mom were the martials of the town parade for July 4. They took my daugther with them as they rode through town in the convertible. I remember being affraid that the police would stop them from holding her on their lap because they were sitting on the back of the convertible. I look back at those pictures and its strange to understand that only days later he had his heart attack. He had bypass surgery and we thought he was recovering when he had another attack was dead by the end of August.

I hated seeing him dependent and he hated it as well. He hated not feeling well, that was SO not him. He went through so much pain. I can't say which is harder seeing someone suffer and then pass away or not knowing anything and them dying suddenly. Maybe it depends on the person. I know my Father would have prefered to die suddenly rather then go through 2 months of torture the way he did.

I think its cool putting your Dads picture on here, I don't remember who did it but those were cool. I will have to figure out how to use my scanner and post some of my Dad with my Daughter.

 

I am so glad

you have this place

to go to.

 

I know exactly what you mean, about the photos, and about ..the unreality of it all.

 

And I can't say which would be harder either - your stories are no more easier to hear...but they are important to know.

[skategreen]

The last time I saw my father, I held one of his white hankies clutched tightly, waving it high above my head, as he stood upon the deck of an old fishing boat, going out to sea.

 

I had taken my two Goddaughters down to the dock with me to say goodbye. Just before we'd all left home, I'd sneaked into his room and hauled out a bunch of hankies so that I could show my little ones how to "properly" send a fisherman out to sea.

 

Dad retired early and had returned to an old love, going out on a commercial fishing boat with "the guys" for 3 day stints, this one...turned out to be the last.

 

We crawled all over the boat and explored, and in the wheelhouse I jotted a quick love note to Dad and posted it above the wheel. Just ten days later at the "roast" and wake, one of those fishin buddy guys levelled me as he told me of how Dad had found that note and carried it in his pocket for the whole trip, and how he'd pull it out, smile, and chuckle. ... I'd forgotten all about posting it...

 

I'll never forget this one moment...just as the boat was pulling away...Dad was standing there on the deck..and suddenly, I noticed a slight stoop I'd never took note of before, a bend, and ...his bit of grey...he looked..just a bit ashen. A clutch gripped me, and I was suddenly a bit worried. I called out, "Dad! be careful! Take Care!!"...as I realized...he was getting older...maybe..this fishing stuff was a bit much...

 

Dad laughed, called back, "I'll be fine!"..."don't worry about ME!"

 

As the boat was setting off, we raised our hankies and hollered our goodbyes. As the boat rounded the end of the dock, we raced out to the the other side of the huge dock area, to get closer, madly waving our hankies, jumping up and down, joyfully shouting our love.

 

He made it back from that trip...but a few days later, on his wedding anniversary, just as Mum was getting ready for their dinner out...he just passed, and it was all over.

 

Several months later...I wrote about that day..the day it all changed.

 

The names below have been changed..just for today.

 

 

As I crawled into my little car and headed off home, I only had two things on my mind...a hot bath, lobster dip style, and a soothing cuppa tea in Granny

[ToriAllen]

Tori...

Were is he in We Were Soldiers? I love that movie. I'll watch it tonight and look for him.

He was one of the Generals in the massive crowd of soldiers. He had a close up in the theater version but it got cut out of the video version. You can't really see him in the video/DVD version. He pointed out the back of his head from about 200meters, but I forget where he is...

He said Mel was really short. Maybe 5

[Cogito Ergo Sum]

...He said Mel was really short. Maybe 5

[ToriAllen]

Hey! 5'9" is NOT short. It's AVERAGE.

For a pigmy?

[Lethalfind]

Oh my god Skate, you can write so well. I'm at school about to edit a paper and had to check in, I'm sitting here fighting back the tears.

That must have been like stabbing yourself repeatedly to write that but it was wonderful. I am learning that when people write what they know best, they write about their own life experience and it comes out like what you wrote, incredibly evocative.

I remember some of the same things about my Dad, like days before his heart attack, we went to Lowes, I noticed how easily tired he was, how his colour was not right. He was unusually quiet.

Those moments when you got those messages and couldn't get anyone on the phone, I can't imagine how bad that must have been !!!

I too remember the last time I saw my Father, we thought he was out of the woods, on the way to recovery. I took that for granted. I stopped by on the way back from Wal-mart. I wish I had spent more time with him that day. I wish I had made sure my daugther had played more with him that day.