On January 12, 2013 I lost my father after a long battle with cirohhis. The last month while he was still with us was especially tough and it broke my heart because I know he hated living that way. When he went, it left a void that will never be filled. But a part of me was relieved. Not because of the work it took to take care of him, but only because he was at peace and no longer sufferring.
It doesn't seem real to me. I almost don't believe it. Most of the time I am numb but then there are times it hits me like a brick. All I am trying to do now is to be there for anything for my mom. They were married 42 years so I can only imagine how wrenching the pain and sadness is for her.
My father was a wonderful man. He was that old fashioned type of guy who didn't talk much and was a bit stern. But we always knew he loved us. He grew up in West Virginia. He dropped out of school at a young age to find work to support his mother and siblings. They grew up poorly. He never learned to read or write but that never stopped him from working hard. As my sister and I were young he worked two jobs so my mom could stay home with us. He was a machinist and quite the master of his dying trade. He always provided us with a good home and a life that was well. He made sure we received a good education through the catholic school system. He had a lot of friends. He was the type of man that always, and I mean always, put others first. Because of him I know what a real husband and father should be because he was a shining example of just that.
I know he is in heaven now sitting at a bar having his beer and shot. Lol. I know he will always be watching out for me because he always did that and death would not stop that man from looking after his family. I love you dad! There won't be a day that goes by when I don't think of you.