But November and December delivered a one-two punch. On December 16th, 2009, I received a call from St. Paul's Hospital in Vancouver. They told me that my father had suffered a massive heart-attack/stroke on December 15, 2009 which caused massive organ damage and he was technically brain-dead. They were keeping him alive on life-support so that I could get there by Skytrain to say good-bye.
http://maniacwcamera.blogspot.com/20...my-father.html
I held his hand while he slipped away after they turned the machines off.
We buried him on the 23rd of December (the same day as my grandmother passed away)
The only thing that I can think of is that God took Sam (my kitty cat) in preparation for the big hit in December with the loss of my father. That way I could steel my reserves. But who knows... The "Sam" thread - http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=208533
I'm functioning...some days are better than others, but I'm managing...I only cried twice
; once at my father's side when they switched the life-support off, and once when I told my wife, just how much my father loved her (as a surrogate daughter (daughter-in-law)) and how grateful he was to have her provide him with grandchildren. I'm staying strong and pursuing my career goals of making this photography business successful. My dad would have wanted me to pursue it since he was getting used to the idea of my being a photographer (he wanted me to pursue music as a career, but that's even tougher) and that would be a tribute to his trust in my judgement of my own career path. My mother was having even more trouble getting used to the fact that I was a photographer, but she's now supportive...and I've been supportive towards her as she's been really feeling the loss terribly (53 years together is quite a long time and she's devastated).
Well...one of these days I'll get around to heading down to the SPCA to see if I can adopt another kitty (my wife swears it will be female - she's outnumbered by testosterone by 4-1). But Sam can never be replaced, nor can my father. I miss the both of them.
http://maniacwcamera.blogspot.com/20...my-father.html
I held his hand while he slipped away after they turned the machines off.
We buried him on the 23rd of December (the same day as my grandmother passed away)
The only thing that I can think of is that God took Sam (my kitty cat) in preparation for the big hit in December with the loss of my father. That way I could steel my reserves. But who knows... The "Sam" thread - http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=208533
I'm functioning...some days are better than others, but I'm managing...I only cried twice
Well...one of these days I'll get around to heading down to the SPCA to see if I can adopt another kitty (my wife swears it will be female - she's outnumbered by testosterone by 4-1). But Sam can never be replaced, nor can my father. I miss the both of them.
