Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Bye Pop

My pop died December 19, 2008 at approximately 8:30 p.m. We had just had him transferred to a specialty care hospital that afternoon. Just watching the emergency crew transferring him from one bed to another seemed to just overwhelm him. Before we left him for the evening, I gave him a kiss and told him if he didn't want to hang out here he could take off at anytime...told him his parents, brothers and golf buddies were waiting for him to go play on heaven's links. He died within an hour after we left.

I'll miss him terribly, but another generation will continue to use his silly sayings in both English and Spanish, we will continue to be $$ savvy as he taught us and will continue to love each other as always. A friend of his once told him that the biggest problem he had was loving his family too much. Don't get me wrong, we were never overindulged, but if we wanted something we had to work for it...even if it included cleaning the nasty toilets in his office!!!

Tomorrow we bury my wonderful dad and will go on with our lives without him. I will carry him in my heart and feel his warmth in my soul. When we left the hospital the second time, to view his body, the last thing I said to him was, "I love you, pop; see you in my dreams." I hope he visits soon....want to know what kind of off-coloured jokes they tell in heaven!!!! Peace out.

1 comment:

Bone*Head*Studios said...

Your pop must have been a wonderful man, otherwise how could he have had such a wonderful daughter....I'm sure he'll visit you soon, I get visits from my grandmom often, I smell cigarette smoke and know she's been for a visit,she used to smoke like a chimney!