Saturday, April 25, 2015
Life is Eternal...
...love is immortal. Lyrics from a Carly Simon song that has been playing in my head since my Dad has been gone.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
It's was a week today...
...that my Dad passed.
It was a good thing. It was a good thing because he got a serious infection there was no work around. Infection had gone to his blood.
He was cremated.
Weird to think that this vital life force that was my Dad is now in a small box.
It was a good thing. It was a good thing because he got a serious infection there was no work around. Infection had gone to his blood.
He was cremated.
Weird to think that this vital life force that was my Dad is now in a small box.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Don't...
...even know where to begin.
Suppose here.
My Dad had a blister on his foot that festered. My Mum knew it was there. The sore was bandaged and dressed while at his "home". His feet were cushioned...and wrapped.
It wasn't getting better. Blister looked seriously infected. He was sent for MRI.
Results found osteomyelitis. It's an infection that has reached the bone.
When my Dad got transferred to hospital...Mum hadn't seen my Dad's feet unwrapped. The infection is literally killing away the flesh on his feet. I only saw one toe that was bad. The other foot...the doctor showed her and it's a mess...a literal rotting mess.
Suppose here.
My Dad had a blister on his foot that festered. My Mum knew it was there. The sore was bandaged and dressed while at his "home". His feet were cushioned...and wrapped.
It wasn't getting better. Blister looked seriously infected. He was sent for MRI.
Results found osteomyelitis. It's an infection that has reached the bone.
When my Dad got transferred to hospital...Mum hadn't seen my Dad's feet unwrapped. The infection is literally killing away the flesh on his feet. I only saw one toe that was bad. The other foot...the doctor showed her and it's a mess...a literal rotting mess.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
My Dad...
...is not doing well.
He had a fall in October getting in the car to come for a visit to Columbus.
Things have been downhill from there.
Has been in....want to say assisted living...but he's in a nursing home.
He got moved to a hospital today because of a severe infection in his feet. The words gangrene and amputation have been mentioned.
I was off on Tuesday...out and about. It was a ripe spring day. Energy you could smell in the air...feel in the wind. Somehow a pulse...just that almost there but not quite.
I understood why my Dad and his cronies went out on the links as soon as the course was ready in spring. It was about that rush...the everything feeling new...everything possible. Everything the same but somehow different.
I cried because my Dad is never again going to walk a golf course...or maybe even feel that open air.
He had a fall in October getting in the car to come for a visit to Columbus.
Things have been downhill from there.
Has been in....want to say assisted living...but he's in a nursing home.
He got moved to a hospital today because of a severe infection in his feet. The words gangrene and amputation have been mentioned.
I was off on Tuesday...out and about. It was a ripe spring day. Energy you could smell in the air...feel in the wind. Somehow a pulse...just that almost there but not quite.
I understood why my Dad and his cronies went out on the links as soon as the course was ready in spring. It was about that rush...the everything feeling new...everything possible. Everything the same but somehow different.
I cried because my Dad is never again going to walk a golf course...or maybe even feel that open air.
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