“I will be right by my Dad’s side, covering his six. I Love You, Dad, you will survive for many years to come if I have anything to say or do about it.” ~Me, November 21, 2015
We only made 9 months, Dad. My heart is empty without you here with me.
Our Journey together was short-lived but full of many fun and scary memories.
On November 21, 2015, I wrote my first blog entry about my Dad, A Daughter’s Journey with Her Dad: The Battle, and almost nine months to that day, I felt my Dad take his last breath.
On February 17, 2016, I wrote my second blog entry about my Dad, A Daughter’s Journey with Her Dad: The Twist, in which I shared with you, Dear Bloggites, that my Dad’s Doctor told me he was on his downhill slope and we had to take it one day at a time now. The doctor also told me he did not want any of my family members to even inquire about “three months from now” because he could not guarantee that my Dad would be here in three months.
We made it 6 months, Dad. I still cannot believe you are not here with me.
Our Battle together was strong, I kept your six until the very end.
It was a Monday morning, July 11, 2016. See, Dad was struck down by a massive stroke followed by many mini-strokes out of left field. We were not expecting that at all. I rode with him in the ambulance to the hospital that specialized in strokes. We were in the hospital fighting this new battle my Dad faced for almost a week.
The following Saturday, July 16, 2016, my Dad’s doctor pulled me aside late at night and informed me that if Dad stayed like he currently was (not eating, barely drinking) he had three to seven days to live, three to fucking seven days! The doctor went on to say if Dad started to eat and drink, we maybe had a few weeks left! He recommended Hospice because we were at the end of the journey with Dad.
Hospice? Put Dad on Hospice? He was just laughing and teasing me two weeks ago and now the damn doctor is telling me we are at the end!
My brain could not compute what was being said. He just wanted two more years!
We had a family meeting (at this point every one of my brothers and sisters were in town and at the hospital with Mom), and on Sunday, July 17, 2016, we all, sans one, agreed to put Dad on Hospice. He came home July 18, 2016, Monday, a week after the first massive stroke that put him in the hospital for the last time.
We made it 1 month, Dad. I feel lost without you here with me.
Our twists were many during this journey and we faced them together side-by-side.
On August 19, 2016, my journey with my Dad ended. The battles we fought have left scars on my heart and soul, scars that will never fully heal. My Dad, My Hero, My Constant Companion passed from this life into the Ever After.
He took his final breath at 6:47am; officially pronounced dead at 8:32am.
My hand was on his chest feeling his heart beat until it beat no more.
Now, I must continue this Journey alone, with only fond memories and a huge empty space in my heart. I Love You, Daddy! Keep up the party with the J-Dude until I can join in!