My father passed away on Sunday afternoon.
He had Alzheimers for a number of years.
I keep explaining to everyone who expects me to be devastated that I've already done a bunch of mourning. I know the service on Friday will be sad and emotional, but so far I haven't cried. I last saw him this past summer. I am sure he recognized me, but he was already showing that he didn't know who I was. So in my mind, I started to say goodbye then. When I went to my uncle's funeral a few months ago, and saw much cousins speaking about their father, I realized that I would be in that same spot in not too long.
Sometimes with Alzheimers, the person's body stay much longer after their mind has gone. My dad was just at that point of slipping both complete beyond who he was and beyond the point of living comfortably. He was no longer happy. So it was a very good time for him to have his final rest.
I was glad my sister was able to be with him to the end. His lung started to fill with fluid, and his time came pretty quickly and pretty calmly.
We had some tough time, as most children and parents do. Eventually we were able to overcome this issues and be friends. I had him as my best man at my wedding. I got a lot of my joy of computers and photography from him. We could talk about computer stuff for hours. I knew that time passed many years ago when he had trouble finding the '@' key for sending an email. Another legacy is my Swiss army knife. He gave me my first one when I was 12. I remember camping and bike riding and flying kites. I remember him taking me on photo shoots and motorcycle rides and boating trips. We went to Mohonk and hiking on Bear Mountain.
I will miss him.
He had Alzheimers for a number of years.
I keep explaining to everyone who expects me to be devastated that I've already done a bunch of mourning. I know the service on Friday will be sad and emotional, but so far I haven't cried. I last saw him this past summer. I am sure he recognized me, but he was already showing that he didn't know who I was. So in my mind, I started to say goodbye then. When I went to my uncle's funeral a few months ago, and saw much cousins speaking about their father, I realized that I would be in that same spot in not too long.
Sometimes with Alzheimers, the person's body stay much longer after their mind has gone. My dad was just at that point of slipping both complete beyond who he was and beyond the point of living comfortably. He was no longer happy. So it was a very good time for him to have his final rest.
I was glad my sister was able to be with him to the end. His lung started to fill with fluid, and his time came pretty quickly and pretty calmly.
We had some tough time, as most children and parents do. Eventually we were able to overcome this issues and be friends. I had him as my best man at my wedding. I got a lot of my joy of computers and photography from him. We could talk about computer stuff for hours. I knew that time passed many years ago when he had trouble finding the '@' key for sending an email. Another legacy is my Swiss army knife. He gave me my first one when I was 12. I remember camping and bike riding and flying kites. I remember him taking me on photo shoots and motorcycle rides and boating trips. We went to Mohonk and hiking on Bear Mountain.
I will miss him.
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