Members cutiemcbeal01 Posted December 28, 2009 Members Report Share Posted December 28, 2009 Very early last Tuesday morning we lost my Dad. He had suffered long and hard with lung cancer, emphysema, and all the ills that came along with it or from it, along with all the side effects from chemo and radiation. In the end, he was rushed to the hospital Monday afternoon with a perforated bowel and refused surgery, knowing that it could take his life within hours. He was ready to go, he had had enough. He was done fighting. We buried him on Christmas Eve morning. Another bright and shining star up in the heavens, that's my Dad. This week is hard, it's like back to reality, yes it's really true, he's gone. Of course I am so glad for him, he was ready to go and I believe when death came, he welcomed it. Living two hours away, I arrived 10 minutes too late that early morning. I'm having a hard time coming to terms with that, though I know that I must because there is nothing I can do to change it. I'm doing all the "if only's" I can think of, but there is no sense in it. It happened, it's done, and there's nothing I can do to make it different. He asked where I was and was told I was on the way. I hope that was enough for him. I hope he knew how very much I wanted to be there, how I prayed all the way there that I wouldn't be too late. Just to see him one last time, just to make sure he knew how much I loved him. It's going to be a tough road but I know I'll make it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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