This is going to be a very difficult post for me.
When that posted, I was already at my parent's house in New York watching my beautiful dad die. I had mentioned that the plan was for me to drive up there on that Thursday. What actually took place, was mom calling me Monday the 12th at work telling me to get home as fast as I can. This is a phone call I never wanted to receive. I left work at 10:30, drove to my house, packed like a mad woman, threw my cats in the car and literally drove 80 mph for 9 hours to get home.
The drive was awful. First, you're worried whether you will get home in time. There was dense fog in Pennsylvania, then snow, sleet and freezing rain followed by heavy snow close to my parent's house. I didn't slow down until the last hour when the roads really were scary slippery. My poor cats were freaking the whole time. I got there at 9:30 pm.
For the next three days, there were tons of family and friends around my dad's hospital bed basically saying good bye. I didn't know he was truly that sick. No one did. There are so many things I feel guilty about. I'll get to those in future posts.
Being a nurse, I saw the signs that he was failing. I took care of him as best I could. I kept him comfortable with medicines as we had promised him we would do for him.
Then on 1/16/15 at 01:55 am, my dad passed away. It isn't fair. He was only 70-he should have had more years to live. My mom and he have been together almost 50 years. Seeing him lying there lifeless is something I never ever want to see again.
Then we had to make the funeral arrangements, calling hours, pick out the casket etc. It's too much after losing someone you love so much. I've never been to a funeral ever. Standing there next to your father in a coffin while people flow by saying their goodbyes and giving condolences is just too much to go through. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
I was at my parent's house for two weeks, helping mom with these arrangements, going through dad's stuff and just being there for her. Tomorrow when you read this post will be my first day back to work. I hope I do ok.
I'll talk more about this in the next couple of posts. Please feel free to skip to the pretties. I have to get this out.
Here is your silly bottle shot.
This is Enchanted Polish November 2014 and Polish My Life Storm Clouds.
I started with skittles.
Until next time people. Any thoughts out there?