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10 years ago yesterday, I received a call at work from my brother telling me that my father had died.  My dad had been in the hospital for about a week.  The doctor had told me and the rest of the family that he was not going to make it.

It was a Friday, the 13th that my father died.  I left work immediately after receiving the news and went straight to the hospital.  The rest of the family was already there, even my husband.  I drove to the hospital in a daze...too shocked to cry.

My dad already had his burial plot ready.  He had put me in charge of the funeral arrangements.  Together with my two half sisters, we picked out the funeral casket which was not fun at all, put together the obituary notice, and selected the prayer cards.

My dad died on my nephew’s 12th birthday and one of his viewings was held on my half-sister’s birthday.  The church where his burial mass was held was right across from the funeral home.  The cemetery was very close to the church as well.

I couldn’t believe my dad has died.  He had been in hospitals lots of times before and he had always gotten out.  Always.  And he was relatively young...only 73.  But he was in bad health, he was going for dialysis 3 times a week, had heart issues, and high blood pressure.  For a while, I told myself he had traveled to Bolivia, where he was from, and just didn’t have my number.  That only worked for a short time.

Ten years ago.  It seems like a lifetime ago.  There have been many significant changes in our family since then too.  More grandchildren that he never had a chance to meet, my brother’s divorce, my other’s brother’s second marriage, moves, etc.  Lots of changes.

Some things you just can never forget.  Like where you were and what you were doing when you find out a parent dies.




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      Vikki Hall wrote Jul 14, 2011
    • Diane

      I know exactly what you mean. I remember where I was and what I was doing when I got the call about my dad and then a 1 1/2 yrs later when my mom passed.

      I like to think that they are up there watching and us. And that they are fully aware of our triumphs and tragedies.

      My daughter who was never close to my dad had a dream about him recently. He just stopped in to give her a hug and tell her he loved her.

      I like thinking they are still there.......



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      Mzd3 wrote Jul 14, 2011
    • So sorry Diane  (((HUGS))



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      Anne E wrote Jul 14, 2011
    • Dianne,
      You are so right!  My dad and I were in the hospital room with my mom when she breathed her last.  My brothers had been there all day and were exhausted so they had gone home to rest.  It was so sad-right up until they knew she wasn’t going to make it, she had to be isolated from people who were infectious.  My daughter and I had colds so we couldn’t see her.

      I am so sorry about your dad!  I know you didn’t get to see him that much growing up and he didn’t get to meet your children. I hope he rests in peace.



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      Diane17 wrote Jul 16, 2011
    • Thanks for your support ladies and for the kind comments.heart



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      Cathie Beck wrote Jul 17, 2011
    • Hugs, Diane.  

      Cathie



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      Janet Ong wrote Jul 17, 2011
    • Diane, I feel for you.  My sister-in-law passed away from breast cancer two years ago today, on July 17.  We were close and I was so sad when it happened.  At her service, her niece sang “Let It Be” by John Lennon.  When I was out tonight, there was a man playing his guitar singing, “Let It Be“.  It reminded me of her and I thought, “How significant to hear that song on the day she passed two years ago.”  xo - Janet



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