It's been over a week now since my Dad passed away. He passed away on March 20 @ 3:03a.m. of a heart attack.On Saturday March 20th at about 2:35a.m. I woke up because my husband asked me what were the trucks outside so I went to the window and saw a firetruck and an ambulance and then my neighbor running towards my house screaming my name and yelling they're at your parents. I hurried and got dressed and told Jon to get up now! I ran down to my parents thinking it was just my Mom having an asthma attack because she's had so many where we had to call paramedics. When I arrive the door is open and I walk in and to my surprise I hear my Mom talking upstairs and I yell up to her. She comes downstairs and melts into my arms and says your Dad had a chest pain and I can't get him to breathe. At that moment I knew something was horribly wrong. You can only go 2-3mins with no oxygen to your brain before your brain is damaged. I asked her well did they get him to breathe and she says she's pretty sure because she heard someone say. "there you go." We then wait outside for about 20mins. when a paramedic comes to us and tells us that they tried for 30mins and are going to go ahead and pronounce him. Next thing I knew was my Mom was in my husbands arms and he was lying her down in the doorway because she had fainted.......
They all packed up because now the coroner has to come get him but the chaplain is called out to sit with the family until they arrive. My father is still upstairs and my Mother wants to go see him so Jon and I volunteer to go with her. We walk up and turn to go in their room and there lies my father under a sheet with his hand lying out. My Mom falls apart and Jon escorts her downstairs. I kneel next to him and grab his hand waiting for him to squeeze it...YELLING for him to squeeze back....but nothing. Jon comes and gets me off the floor and I beg to pull the sheet back to see his face one last time and Jon says, "no you don't want to remember him that way." At that point I'm numb....
Jon and I sleep at my Moms because she didn't want to be alone so I slept on my fathers side of the bed where he first left this world and Jon slept at the foot of the bed where he was before he left the house forever. I kept waiting for him to come and say Stinky get outta my bed but he never came.
Monday rolls around and we have to go to the funeral home and get his cremation affairs in order. We come home the phone never stops ringing, people don't stop staring at me when I walk outside, and family and friends just keep coming to my Moms.
Everyday is a challenge to get through....
