As time passes I see my Father is hanging in there and he keeps his spirits up as he knows his time is getting a little closer and I really thank God for my Husband and Father being so close as my Husband took care of him and at the time I was really having a hard time with knowing my Father's future was coming to a near and at the same time my troubled daughter and her drugs were really bringing me down.
My daughter would love to cause drama even though I was going through more than I could handle. I was getting to the point that I did not want to even see her. Every time she would come to see me there was some kind of drama and OMG she always needed money , now I know why.
November 11th, 2011, I was suppose to go to a wedding that I was so looking forward to and that day was also my younger sister's birthday when all of the sudden my Father took a turn for the worse, mind you he had just wrote me on paper how much time did I thought he had (can you imagine reading that and then looking into his eyes?) and I looked at him and told him I honestly had no clue because he is/was so strong and could be a while. I stayed with him maybe another 5 minutes and came home to just cry. Did it help?, yes it did for a while. A few days had passed and I made all the calls I needed to and reached out to as many as I could and yes both my daughters did see him before he took the turn. November 21st, 2011, my Father went into a coma around 6 a.m. we noticed but my Husband said no way he is just in a deep sleep and I have a feeling he knew but just wasn't ready. My Father took his last breath at 11:32 a.m. and 11:39 he was considered gone but his legal time of death is 11:45 a.m. because we had to wait on someone I just can't remember. I remember I was out having a cigarette when I walked in and seen my Mother and sister holding on to one another hand and the Priest looked at them and said he is gone and I ran to his side and all I could do or rather say was Dad go far and as high as you can get, please don't stop until you can't fly any further...(Sorry, I remember this so vividly) remember Dad, fly like an Eagle. We played that song for him about 1 hour before he passed. Fly Like An Eagle.
Well they held the wake on the 23rd of that month but that Thursday was Thanksgiving Day so we had to have the funeral on the 25th because they don't bury people in the National Cemetery on holidays. On the 23rd the day of the wake both my daughters show up and I took one look at them and I knew they were high and they left within 15 minutes or I think I would have thrown them out. How dare they show up to say good bye to their Grandfather high on heroin. I am just so sick when I think of that moment and here I am trying to keep it together, greet family and friends and staying strong for my Mother.
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