My father passed away a week ago to the day that I am writing this, June 1st.

My dad, in the coast guard.
It has been really hard to cope with and I know I will always miss him. The first few days there were many moments where I couldn’t control my emotions. But something came over me a few days after my father’s passing. I just felt this since of serenity that is really hard to describe. It was as if I knew that my father is now in a better place.
How it started
My dad got into a really bad car wreck about 5 years ago. He wasn’t feeling too good and he basically passed out at the wheel. He ran nearly head on to a tanker carrying a full tank of gas on this old country road. He hit the back left tire and his truck was nearly unrecognizable afterwards. Not only was it amazing that my dad survived the wreck, but it was astonishing that the tank of gas didn’t catch fire and explode.
He would be medevaced to a nearby hospital. During his stay at the hospital, he would end up having his kidneys fail. Whether it was due to the accident or not is unsure since he was already diabetic. But I think the wreck had alot to do with it. He was really in bad shape and at that point I was thinking I was going to lose my dad. Somehow though, he recovered. He really surprised many of the doctors tending to him. I forget just how long he was there, but this would the first of many stays at the hospital in the coming years.
That was just the beginning
Over the next 5 years it would be one thing after the other. He would be admitted to the hospital a handful of times and especially 2 times I was scared that my dad’s time had come. But each time, he miraculously recovered. Over and over again, he would have the doctors perplexed not only because they often couldn’t seem to pinpoint what was happening to him but also because he would recover from what looked like certain death.
But he was still there
Although his health was slowly declining, he was able to be there for many milestones in my life. He was able to attend my wedding, for which he was my best man. He was there for the births of grandchildren, one of which was my daughter. It was as though he survived past episodes to be there for each of these momentous occasions. It was really a blessing to have him there.
Then it was his time
This time in the hospital, he was having a hard time breathing. His lungs had become so weak that it was hard to breath on his own.

Me and dad at my wedding (post accident)
He really became weak. He was not the same person I knew over the years, he was scarily thin and really weak. It was truly sad.
The doctors would put him on the ventilator. Not so much that he had to, but more to give his lungs a break. He had been developing water on his lungs for the past couple of years, something to this day that the doctors couldn’t explain why. This time they tried some different techniques to try and “cure” him. Nothing worked though.
He would have his good days and his bad days. More than half the time he was asleep or unable to communicate in any fashion. But the last time I saw him alive. It would be the first time that my whole family was there together. My dad was able to communicate to us the whole time, but in his own way since he still had a machine breathing for him. He even puckered up to kiss my mom! It may not seem like much, but at the time, it was really heart-lifting.
Come to find out, it was really a farewell party as later that same night, my father passed. His body just couldn’t take it anymore and his heart slowly came to a stop. I really feel as though he knew.
I know it sounds crazy, but without being too spiritual, it really was his time. I used to be scared of death but so many things have happened over the past week that words just can’t describe. I really do exit this period of my life with a new outlook on death and other things related to it.
Looking back
The funeral was this past weekend and I got to see many people that my father touched in his own way. People from his hunt club, from my little league, his work, etc. I was able to recall many wonderful stories and learn just how he shaped the lives of many people in this world.
To this day, I am still receiving messages from people about my father’s passing. Many of the people affected recall my dad as being an easy-going, gentle person that went out of his way to give his time to those in need. He really did have what seems to be a profound affect on people. Of course, I always felt this way about him. But it was comforting to hear people tell me how they viewed my father.

My dad after the birth of my child
I am usually skeptic about this type of stuff. I mean people are just being nice, since my father just past away, right? I really don’t feel that way. People who I really did not think would be affected have come forth with their own memories of how my dad had either done or said something that still resides with them. He really did make a difference.
I will always cherish the time we shared. He continually went out of his way to make sure that I was happy. I owe many things to my dad. I can only hope that I can be half the dad to my children as he was for me.
All I can say is if you are lucky enough to have a father figure still around. Cherish the moments and let them know just how you feel about them before its too late. I feel blessed that I was able to say goodbye one last time and tell him how much I loved him. I always will.
Rest in peace dad!
April 16, 1947 – June 1st, 2010