Its hard to believe its been 14 years. It seems like yesterday. I got the message. Then, they gave families a beeper and mine went off a lot. My Dad cut his fingers off and drove himself to the hospital a year prior but with his heart, it just gave out. It was a two week journey from admittance and he never woke up. They put him in a self induced coma because he extubated himself at admittance. My Dad was so stubborn. I knew he loved me but he was such a workaholic, dreamer but he pushed me in the best way he could.
I got the beeper and was first to arrive. I was there everday but it was late. When I got there after driving across the wrong bridge because I was so lost in heart (we lived in Florida), I just sat there with his blood gasses dropping and there was nothing they could do. My heart died that night. He was buried on July 13. He was 54. He passed on June 7, 2000 at 11:18pm.
I took my last breath of faith on June 2 when I walked outside and thought he would be ok. After his heart surgery, I truly thought he would be.
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