Some folks may find it odd that I’m even blogging now, but it’s helping me deal with things, and if I’m just going to be sitting around on my ass, I might as well be productive with my time.
I spoke with my mom about an hour ago, and the prognosis isn’t good. Dad’s been in ICU all day and has been slowly slipping away; the nurse told me on the phone that it’s amazing he’s lasted this long.
My sister, Diane, should be down there by now, to help out with everything. I had a good cry over it all a little while ago, but I expect more to come. Dad and I didn’t always get along — I was the proverbial black sheep of the family — but in recent years, we’d forged a new relationship, albeit a long distance one via telephone. The last time we actually saw my folks was at my brother’s wedding, back in October of 1999. Mom said he had been incredibly excited about the coming weekend, as they were coming up for a visit, plus he was also going to be taking the plunge and buying an iMac. After years of hearing me go on about the internet, he decided he should finally check it out. He was looking forward to things like email and being able to research things without having to leave the house. It all but dominated our recent phone calls, including the last real conversation I had with him back on our joint birthday of October 6th.
I’ll miss my dad.