Happy Father's Day Dad!

I'm really missing my dad a lot today.  Next month will be three years since he passed away.  For all of you with your dads (and moms for that matter) still with you don't make the mistakes I made.  Always thought there would be more time to talk, to ask questions, and learn more about him, and have him learn more about me.  Don't take your dad for granted, he won't be around forever!

For my dad, I'll just say thanks for being there, in good times, and in bad, and dad, I miss you so much, and I love you with all my heart!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

Dad and I the last time I saw him in July 2007

The Worst Nightmare Ever

So, after a phone call last night with distressing news, I just could not get to sleep. I tossed, I turned, I finally turned on the TV and watched it until almost 4 AM. Finally I must have fallen asleep because....

I found myself at my father's wake. It was pretty much as I remember except the funeral home was a lot darker, and all the light was provided by candles which were flickering eerily The other mourners wee all seated, the women with their heads covers with black veils, the men all wearing hats, had their heads down so I could not see anyone's faces..

Because of the dim light, the walls of the funeral home were not visible which made the room seem even stranger, giving the illusion that the room was cavernous. As I walked up to my dad's casket I was filled with a cold sense of dread, of a certainty something horrible was about to happen.

I knelt down to pay my respects and looked at my father. His body was all shriveled and dessicated as if it had been buried for quite a while already, though his suit appeared to be in perfect condition as did his casket. This scared me particularly because no one else seemed to act as if this was anything but natural.

Suddenly his eyes opened and he sat up unnaturally fast and turned to me, gasping out "Let me die! Why won't you let me die!??"

I ran, screaming from the funeral home!

I awoke, shaken. I could not stand to stay in bed so I got up and went out into the living room. Another cold sense of deep dread hit me as I saw the casket sitting behind my couch, illuminated only by two large candles on tall stands, one at either end. I could not turn away as my father once again sat bolt-upright and repeated the same words!

I truly awoke at that point, terribly shaken. I thought about the dream, I knew he had been sick for along time.. but I can't fathom why he was asking to die, when he was already dead. I realize I was very upset about some family issues when I retired, but the dream in no way had anything to do with that.

It will soon be time for bed, and I am hoping my dreams will be more pleasant!

Father made it through surgery!

Just wanted to let folks know he survived the surgery; when we know how it has affected this problems he had with pain I will let everyone know. Thanks for those who sent their well wishes; yesterday was a rough day!

Bad News - My Dad

With every good thing seems to come something not so good. To make a long story short my Dad is not getting any younger (he is in his 80's) and his health has not been the best, particularly his bad back. For years they have wanted to do surgery, but the procedure was always very risky with no guarantee of success.

Now, the pain has gotten so bad, he basically told me that he's rather die than deal with the pain. There is a new surgical procedure that is much less radical, here, only a four inch incision is made, verse major cutting and such with the other operation.

The downside is that my Dad had had heart problems and he has emphysema and asthma. His doctors have said he can have the surgery, but, there is a chance he may not live through it. If he does, there is a very good chance his quality of life will be vastly improved, so, pray for or send good thoughts his way! He is scheduled for September 18th.