Yesterday, June 4, 2011 my dad's consciousness ceased to be. It was pretty much the worst day of my life, although today doesn't seem a whole lot better. It seems unfathomable that just two months ago, he was with us, albeit sick. I have no idea how to go forth and heal from this so I'm taking it hour by hour for now. I pretty much cry most of the time right now.
My dad was what everyone would want their dad to be. He was supportive, loving and really an all around great guy. He helped raise his grandsons (my nephews) and he was well on his way to a great relationship with my son. He was the caretaker to my mother who has Progressive Multiple Sclerosis and has had it for the past 20 years. She is unable to walk and use the right side of her body, he was her whole world. He helped others learn how to drive through AARP; He volunteered at the Veterans Administration Hospital here locally; helped my cousin through a very bad time; helped his friend Bob who has multiple health issues and doesn't have a car.
Dad loved cars the way I love horses. I've learned a lot about vintage American Muscle Cars and Drag Racing from him. I used to Accompany him to the NHRA Spring Nationals every year and the Annual Auburn, IN car Auction.
I'm comforted in a small way by the fact that I spent 12 hours by his bedside this past Thursday and Friday and that I made a special effort to visit him every day while he was in the nursing home. I think I only missed two days: Kentucky Derby Day and the Day that my son had ear surgery. Hopefully he understands..
I miss him already...
If you still have your parents in your life, then please go hug em..