My Father was a stubborn man, to a fault. He was a worker. We were Pemberton's and that is what we did with pride. My Father, in all of his judgement, one day brought a man home to dinner. We were living in Georgia and this just wasn't something he usually did. I was about 12 maybe and I still remember it. My Dad was just that kind of man.
I had dreams and my Dad encouraged them. He always said if you give up your dreams you die.
I miss him....
He always hated April 1. I think he was mocked for having this as his Birthday. His youngest Brother, 25 years later and yes the same parents share the same Birthday. What can I say, Grandma was fertile:)
My Dad, well lets just start this out by saying he cut his finger off at the shop a month prior and drove himself to the hospital.
I was working as a buyer at HSN. I was not far from my parents business and drove by at 10pm at night at times to find my Dad still there. I worry about my Brother because of this but hey, he won't listen to me. I am the little sis...we can talk more about this later.
My Dad had a conversation with an insurance lady. This was about 9am. I still cannot remember why I did not have my car that day but EIGHT HOURS later, my Brother took him to the hospital. He could not catch his breathe. I do remember him telling me on the phone, tell your Mom I am fine.
He was admitted to Largo Medical and had a double valve replacement. That "full" feeling after his argument with the insurance lady was Congestive Heart Failure.
My Mom was always the sick one and this was just something he ignored because he was the caregiver.(My Mom had multiple heart surgeries)
I carried a pager from the hospital. I remember after the surgery I just walked outside and took a breathe. I was elated.
I also remember crossing the bridge when they transferred him at 5am only to realize I was on the wrong bridge.
Then there was the text. I went to the hospital. I watched the numbers drop. He left us....at 54.
April 1was my Father, Harold Thomas Pemberton, Birthday.
I love and miss you daddy....everyday
Listen to your heart
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