I was playing my video game, Fallout 4, around 1:30AM and my phone rang. Sis, very sad and upset, called to tell me that Dad had passed away at the hospital. He was there to have his heart checked following some pain. The stress test had told them his heart was working at about 80%, pretty good. We had visited Sunday afternoon and had all gone home. He was talking to Mom on the phone and had to hang up because his shoulder hurt. He began having pains in his groin. The doctor called for a scan of the area, then left, telling them to call when the scan had completed and was ready. Dad coded about 15 minutes later and his heart stopped. They were unable to revive him.
Mom is hurting badly. She misses him very much. The nursing home tells me they will miss him as well. He was well-liked. He told jokes constantly, pulled little pranks, and was in the process of finishing up a book he was authoring on the computer – a western tale. I have promised myself I will finish it, edit it, then publish it on Kindle.
I don’t know how I feel just yet. I know that can take time. I haven’t cried yet – that will come at some point; I know that. We played about 15 games of chess a week. I had noticed he was having more and more problems playing, but he still didn’t lose them all.
He was a good father. He and I had our times throughout my life – that is pretty normal for father/son, I am told. At the end, we loved each other and got along well. I am happy to have visited him so much at the nursing home.
Life will be so different now; I just don’t know how it will be.
Everyone says it; I will too: “Love your parents – you just never know…”