
It was 4 yrs. ago this May 29th that my dad passed away from cancer. You would think it would get a little easier the longer it has been...but I still find myself still amazed that he is not here. I think I might be more emotional because I am pregnant- but the shock of him being gone still hasn't gone away. Still!
You must know that I am a BIG TIME daddy's girl. So I took it very hard. He was diagnosed with Mesothelioma, a cancer of the lungs from asbestos poisining. (This was before they knew it caused cancer and used it for many uses.) And he lived in misery for about 2 1/2 yrs...and lived pretty normal for another 2 1/2 yrs. once diagnosed. He was getting alternative treatments from a doctor in Mexico and responding to it so well. He was a given 6 months to live and lived 5! Amazing huh?
I decided to even write about this subject because last night I was thinking about him...and relived the last day of his life in a dream. It is such a strong memory. We (my family) were all sleeping in his room at the Hospice location- and it was super hard to sleep because he breathed so loud through his mouth struggling with each breath. The sound was aweful. And finally most of us fell asleep after 4 am...and the nurse came in to give him his Morphine shot (he was in an incredible amount of pain and just underwent dialysis). I woke up to her voice saying...Dennis has passed. Seeing my sweet dad lay there not breathing- and lifeless in his eyes...was beyond words for me. His body went cold after a minute or so...and then they had to remove him to the morge.
I just wish my dad was still here so badly! It is so selfish of me to want something that doesn't coincide with God's will...and I do accept it most times. I just want him to see my kids and be here for hard times (like right now) and to be there for me. I do not presently have a wonderful relationship with my mom- so I feel quite lonely sometimes.
I hope I didn't put on too much of a sob story for you all...and don't get me wrong- I know without a doubt he is much happier, and isn't in so much pain, and miserable anymore. I just have to convince myself that it really isn't that long before I will see him again. (It just feels like a long time to me!) Our perspective on time on this earth is so limiting. I do miss my sweet dad and hope he knows how much I so very much love him.


