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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Losing My Father



On November 23, 2013, I lost my father.  :'(

I used to think that losing my father would be the hardest thing to experience and that I couldn't survive the loss. It was truly hard but I've had no choice but to go on. I experienced the death of my father through a long and stressful process. And at the end, I was almost zombie-like.

A couple of weeks later, I started asking myself out loud, "Is Dad really gone?" I had already prepped my husband of this possible behavior. So every time, he gently pats my hands, gives me a kiss, and answers gently, "Yes, he is gone."

But truthfully, I lost my father a long time ago. In March, he had a heart surgery. While the initial recovery looked positive, the long-term fared rather negatively. I saw my father smile less and enjoy life less throughout the recovery period. It was as if he simply put a death sentence upon himself. Most times I was his personal cheerleader, but my motivation could only go as far. Every time his lungs were full of water, every time his legs doubled in size, every time he had a hard time to pee, every time he had a doctor's check-up, and every time he had to be admitted at the hospital, I saw him lose hope an inch at a time. I might not have seen it then, but looking back I see the signs. There is not a single photo or a single memory of my father smiling this year. He gave up a long time ago, way before he was hospitalized for the last time and way before he asked for palliative care.

Two days before he passed away, he asked again for palliative care from his doctor and in his own words, "he wanted to go as quickly as possible". I felt like I was hit by lightning that afternoon. I heard my father begging for his life to end and I felt powerless. If the intern wasn't there to hold me, I think I would have hit the floor. This little girl was losing her daddy and I realized that it was unfortunately the end. I was just not enough of a reason for him to hold on anymore. I love my dad so much, but it was time to say goodbye.

Two days later, he was gone.

I received a call that Saturday morning, on the 23rd of November from his nurse telling us to come quickly. He was just gone when we arrived, but still warm to the touch.

Neatly tuck in new white bed linens. Cleanly shaved. His hair held back. In his blue hospital gown. All the tubes and medicine lines gone. Eyes closed. His hands tucked together on his chest.

He looked like he was peacefully sleeping. 

I kept in mind that papa did not want me to cry, but this was one request I couldn't give him. I don't remember what I said anymore at that moment in his room, but it was mostly thanks.

Thank you for being my dad, thank you for everything, but most especially, thank you for the gift of life. 




4 comments:

  1. i've been an avid reader of your blog since, and i knew this happened when you haven't updated your blog since november. you always mention your dad in this blog, and i know how sad you are for his death... but still life goes on, and i hope you'd still keep blogging eventhough you're still hurting... smile :)

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  2. Dinner at Six ThirtyJanuary 24, 2014 at 5:15 AM

    Hey. I'm so happy to hear from an avid reader. I appreciate your message. I'm still struggling to find some inner peace, but thank you for giving me a reason to smile :)

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  3. Me too, an avid reader... Hugs and be strong girl, your dad is in good hand now and he is in a better place. One day you will see him again.

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  4. Dinner at Six ThirtyMarch 11, 2014 at 3:23 AM

    thank you!!!

    "Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them." - George Eliot

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