I do not know if I am going to be around much for a while.
Yesterday I experienced one of the toughest days I have ever had in my 56 years.
As some of you know my Father has been in the Hospital with failing health for over 2 months.
Early yesterday Morning I called our Family Dr. on his Cell phone about what prognosis we were no looking at about him. He told me they had done all they could and that they were not going to be able to save him since his body was shutting down. Earlier (prior to this call) my Mom had called me and said he had pulled the feeding tube they had in his nose out overnight, and that since he could no longer swallow, they would prob. need to have a gastro tube put in. That is when I called the Dr. because we had been discussing hospice and that would exclude him from qualifying for their care.
Well when I awoke, I had no clue I was going to be given the task of going to the Hospital and talk to my parents about the horrific choices we were going to have to make.
First let me say, I could never be more proud of my Father on how he handled the situation. I am quite sure his body was giving him clues this was coming. He is a Man of Strong Faith, as is our entire family. (albeit some of us are not quite Angelic in behavior
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I do not ever in my entire adult life remember holding my Dad's Hand, let alone the grasp we had of each others. And he made my day by saying he was proud of how calloused my hands were from working at the Occupation he groomed me to do.
His words will always be in my memory.. He looked me in the eye and firmly said "Please let Me go ".... Mom's eyes were filling with tears as she said she did not want to let him go, but she knew he was suffering in the conditions he is in now. For 62 years these two have been inseparable, and for her to concede she would let him go was almost more than I could take.
I was certainly glad I had my Sweetie with me, or I am not sure I could have made it through that. After that We all kind of regrouped, and Dad said "Well, We just as well get on with it" I actually chuckled a little and said "No Dad, that is not the way we do this, it will be in Gods Hands."
So While I wish we could have stayed with them all day, I knew that it would not be possible, for when your Occupation is Farming, you have to harvest when the Crop is ready and the Weather is willing. And Once again my Dad made me proud as he said, "Better get going, the Dew is going to be off the Soybeans soon, and you have a bunch of Acres to get in while you can."
All I can say is "What an Amazing Man my Dad is
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So our next couple weeks are going to be some major tough ones for us and our Family.. but I hope I can keep the Faith I have been taught, and perform one last Harvest for My Farmer Father.
