blonde poker forum

I'm not sure why I find myself writing this post but I feel like I need to get a little bit of stuff off my chest so I hope you will bear with me whilst I do.

2007 has not been a great year for me and my family. My mum died in the summer after a long, protracted battle against cancer. She beat it off twice but the third time proved one step too far and the aggressive chemotherapy she was treated with, left her weak, hairless and in pain during her last few moments. She was a very popular woman though my mum, and had her many friends and family round her bedside during all of her last moments on earth which was some comfort for our family as that is what she would have wanted.

Since my Mum's death, my dad has struggled a lot. He was very reliant on my mum in a lot of ways. His social life was built around what she organised, she cooked him healthy meals and provided a companion for him. My dad was always a very private man, a highly intelligent mathematician and physicist, he sometimes struggled to relate to other people as he found himself frustrated by their inabililty to grasp the complexities of science and philosophy as easily as he could. As a result he tended to have few friends and relied on my mum for much of his social contact. Once she was gone, he withered really, both mentally and physically. He was already in a fairly bad physical state, having had a triple heart bypass five years ago, and a gangrenous toe removed last year, caused by bad circulation brought about by diabetes.

In the last six months, whenever I travelled to london to visit him, he always emphasised that he didn't feel he had much time left. This is not a pleasant thing to hear from your own dad, but it proved prophetic...

Just under two weeks ago, he was admitted to hospital after being found wandering around ealing broadway confused and bewildered. The doctors ascertained he had suffered a heart attack but he was also suffering from an infection caused by a further recurrence of a gangrenous toe and perhaps most crucially, his kidneys were beginning to fail. He was treated well at hammersmith hospital but given the array of problems affecting his major organs and that most of the fight had been sucked out of him by my mum's death, it was clear that it was just a matter of time till he passed away.

That time arrived yesterday. Me and my older brother, with whom I was spending christmas, travelled up in the morning to see him at the hospital. We brought along some presents, intending to let him celebrate christmas as he had always enjoyed it immensely.

On arrival things looked bad. He was in a comatose state and the doctor explained that he felt my father was dying. I looked at my dad lying there. He had been an excellent sportsman in his youth, playing cricket and football at a high level, yet he now looked weak as a baby, with tubes poking out of various areas of him, struggling for breath and with several foul-looking, blackened, necrotic toes poking out of the end of his white bed sheets. An hour or so later, he took one last gasp, stopped breathing and as we all realised the futility of even trying to resuscitate him, I cried for the first time since my mum had died six months ago.

Various things went through my head as I stared at his lifeless body...I remembered my dad suppporting me when I was younger, taking me to Judo for 15 years, watching proudly as I played rugby for my school and London Welsh. I remembered stupid things he had done like showing off to us when we were kids by pretending to shove a prickly piece of coral into his head, before misjudging it and connecting, leaving him yelping and running off to fetch a bandage to stem the bleeding whilst me and my brother rolled around in fits.

I also felt some guilt at not having been there for him more during the six months after my mum's death. I remembered one occasion where I went to see him in this time. Typically when i travelled back to london, I would cook a roast dinner for my dad as he loved that, and didn't have the culinary skill required to ever make a meal like that for himself.

This time though, I felt tired and sleepy and couldn't be bothered to make a full roast so I just made some cheese on toast, knowing my dad wouldn't complain and would like it, but also knowing he would far prefer the roast.

Looking back at this, i felt so guilty and selfish that I didn't put more effort in. I really wish I'd made the roast now.

I feel slightly numbed now as I struggle to contemplate that both my parents are gone. I guess really I am lucky that I still have two brothers, who I am very close to.

I'm not typically given to coming out with maudlin, self-indulgent revelations like the one above but I felt like I needed to put this out in print, just to give some airing to the complex, conflicting swirl of emotions going on beneath me.

Although the tone of above is somewhat grey and depressing, I do feel that some good things have been highlighted in the last few days.

After we finished up at the hospital, myself, my older brother and his wife drove back to his house in maidenhead where I made a big roast with all the trimmings. As I cooked the meal I was attacked by my young nephew and niece, 3years  and 18 months old respectively.

Although I haven't seen loads of my niece since she was born, she seems to have a strong bond with me and kept running over requesting to be picked up so she could fall asleep on my shoulder. I watched Alex and Simone fighting over their presents and generally running around like lunatics, screaming , shouting and clearly having a brilliant time and I thought that would have been exactly what me and my brothers would have done 25 years ago or so...

Life goes on. For the two deaths of my parents there are the two new lives of my brother's kids, exuberant and eager to take on all the challenges of the world. At a somewhat depressing time, these sparks of joy shone a light into the darkness I was feeling and went some way to turning my tears of sadness into smiles. At this moment after the past year, there is no price you can put on this, and no words that can relay the comfort the two little people have given me.

Thanks Alex and Simone and RIP my Mum and Dad, two of the best people I've ever met.

What an inspirational post. Along side the pain are good memories of the past and hope for the future.

Good luck, my thoughts are with you.

Tom.

Totally agree!

Having had a similar experience in the past 2 years with my Mum and Nan (the two biggest influences in my life growing up) I can understand exactly where you are coming from. It is at these times we must look to the future and remember that we are who we are because of the people that love us.

All the best JC.

Great post JC, my best wishes for the future.

That is such a well written post JC in what must be an unbelievable time for you at the moment.

I'm sure it has helped if only a little by writing about it.

Your Father would be rightly proud of you, and he is with your mum again now, which from what you say is where he was most happiest.

My thoughts are with you at this time.

So sorry about you parents.  Great post though and thoughts are with you and your family.

{{{{{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}}}

Keep the chin up mate.

I didnt know what to say Rod , but taxi just about said everything i was thinking .

Thinking of you

Charmaine

xx

That goes for me to Rod

A truly amazing & brave Post.

I would guess that Mum & Dad were very proud of Rod. And so they should be.

I do hope 2008 is a better year for you Rod.

Thinking of you JC.

I'm sure he was very proud of you Rod.  Don't worry about the roast, I'm sure he was happy you were there, not what you cooked for him.

As Tom said, remember the good times and hopefully the painful memories will subside over time.

thinking of you xx

Agreed..beautiful post..good luck to you mate

Sorry for your loss, all the best for the future.

I never know what to say in these post, but sorry for your loss, things will look up soon.

Good luck for 2008, Rod. You're a true gent.

A very touching post JC.

Thoughts are with you and all the best for 2008.

Geo

Wow, such a brave and well written post.  Sorry, to hear about your loss. 

Thanks for all the comments. They mean a lot to me.

My houghts are with you, at this sad time..

sorry to hear this

thoughts are with you mate

Hi Rod, so sorry to hear this news. Really puts a lot of things in perspective. Wishing you all the best at this difficult time mate.

Nick

parental loss is without doubt the toughest fact of life i ever had to deal with.


gl for the future.

what a brave post mate,and isn't it nice to think that you can post something personal like this on blonde knowing that the responce may help you at this sad time.regards james.....

Jc,i lost my brother a year ago to the big "C" and without doubt it was the hardest thing i have ever faced,especially as for some reason he chose me as his confidante,ringing sometimes upto 30 times a day just to repeat what he had already told me and i just answered the same as i did b4,and although towards the end he didnt have any concept of time he would ring at 3,4,5 in the morning and when he was gone that was very hard to take (no phone calls)

But time does heal although it doesnt remove the pain it just makes it easier to live with,and it makes u realise that when yr going through the hardest times there is always somene else out there that is going through a harder time,but never never never live in regret about what you could have done it's a bit like poker really its allways easier to play your hand post flop when u can see what cards have been dealt.

So keep yr chin up m8 and rememmber the good times with a smile and by the sound of it u had some.... ;angel;

Ditto, here as well. I read these thoughtful and emotionally moving posts and my heart just wells up wanting to hug the poster, and tears spring into my eyes.   Usually I end up just reading them feeling that my one liner "thinking of you" really doesn't do the OP justice BUT as you mentioned in your post sometimes we wish we had SAID/DONE something....

Thinking of you x

You have the heart of a thousand warriers. Your parents would be very proud of you. My thoughts are with you.

Rod I have tears streaming down my face right now after reading your post.

You have lots of wonderful memories that will keep your parents alive in your heart.

My thoughts are with you..take care xx

Under the same circumstances I don't think I could have written a post like that, JC.  A very difficult, but ultimately inspiring, read.

My thoughts are with you at this difficult time.

Curtis

So sorry to read this - words fail me.

I just wish you strength and hope for the future.

Tracey x