Hello to all that’s reading this….I just wanted to start this blog so that I have some where to turn and maybe make myself feel better. I have so much on my plate, that I think I need to start at the beginning. I am a daddy’s girl always and forever.
My father was a grandfather to my three children. He was the back bone of my family and always there when I needed him. When June of 2016 came, he finally got a answer to his problem that had been nothing him since about 2010. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer. I went with him to every appointment possible to hear what they had to say. My father had just become a new grandfather in Oct of 2015, not long after we got the news….ugh, it was the most unexpected for me due to the fact that my dad was the best person u would ever know and I loved him very much. He could be quite stern and stubborn with his ways, but let me tell u that most of the time he was right.
The first appointment was crazy, they said he had at least two to three years left. They wanted to go and take a piece to test it and see exactly what kind they where treating. I told my father that I didn’t think that was a good idea and that I thought he shouldn’t do it. He was sceptical about it too, but he decided to have it done. After the procedure my father started going down hill pretty fast. Before I knew it he was using a Walker as we went places and getting tired alot. He also had to sleep with his head on the kitchen table sitting in a chair, otherwise he couldn’t sleep.
My father asked me if I thought his cupboards would be finished soon during this time. I called a friend and asked if he would take my 2005 f250 pickup in trade to finish the cabinets out for my dad. Of course he said yes. Then I spent all the time I could with my dad. Getting into dec my father went down hill really fast. He ended up in the hospital and there we were told that he had maybe two weeks if we were lucky. I broke down and cried. I never broke in front of my dad cause I knew he needed me to stay strong for him.
My father then wanted to come home and pass away, so I made arrangements for him to come home and hospice too come in. He made it 5days from the day he left the hospital. My youngest daughter Sandra who was a year at the time, was the one that could make him smile in his last days. Even when he wouldn’t respond to me, he always responded to her. She was his angel.
My father then passed away on dec 11, 2016 at 7:42pm. That time wasn’t on his death certificate because they have to come and make that call after it happens. So, I am crying and waiting for everyone to show up. When they do it’s even harder and I just couldn’t take it. I wanted to run after them and tell them that my dad needed to stay cause I felt his time wasn’t finished. Deep down I knew he was gone, I just didn’t know how to let go.
At this time my mother (his exwife) gets everything. She is too take care of his funeral and make sure he’s buried. Well, this is where it really hurts and well, never stop until he’s actually buried. She did have a open casket awake. Then my father was cremated. He was suppose to get buried in may of 2017 with my Aunt Ann who passed just a few months after my father. Well, supposedly my mother buried him without anyone, and never even had the cemetery guy there to make sure he was actually buried.
A couple months later after I refused to see or speak with her, she went to my dad’s granddaughters wedding and handed over his ashes. She said, she just wanted to piss us kids off. Well, she did. Now we are trying to raise money for a lawyer so that we can get him buried respectfully. The cemetery guy won’t admit he should have turned her in for putting a empty box in the ground.
In the mean time I have become unable to work my job and am not able to make money for this reason. So I decided to make this blog….maybe feel better some and possibly make a little money for blogging at the same time…..ugh, dad always told me life isn’t far, and let me tell u I am learning it the hardest way possible.
Well thanks for listening.
Jewls2007
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