The Urgent Takes Precedence Over The Priority
Well, here it is April 6th, 2007 and I am just now getting back to this blog to update it. It is hard to believe 5 months have passed since my last post.
As most of you may know, a couple of days after Thanksgiving my Daddy went into the hospital for surgery. We knew he would have a recovery period of a couple of weeks, but we felt all would be fine.
Unfortunately, after surgery he ended up with two infections. One he was able to conquer, the other he almost conquered but it roared back and he had nothing left in order to fight it. He never left the ICU and passed away in January.
His illness and ultimate passing has been so very difficult for all of us, but especially my mom. So during all of this time I was in Mobile, spending most of it at the hospital with Momma and Daddy and then with her trying to help out and take care of many details after the fact.
I started back dealing with my house full time about 4 weeks ago. I am constantly wanting to pick up the phone and call him to ask questions about how to do this or should I do that or is this worker telling me the right thing? As I work, I seem to constantly hear his voice.
I am just now able to write about his passing without totally losing it, although the tears always seem to come. I miss my Daddy, his willingness to listen and give his advice.
I just hate he will not be able to see the house fixed up and finished.
And so, life goes on.....
As most of you may know, a couple of days after Thanksgiving my Daddy went into the hospital for surgery. We knew he would have a recovery period of a couple of weeks, but we felt all would be fine.
Unfortunately, after surgery he ended up with two infections. One he was able to conquer, the other he almost conquered but it roared back and he had nothing left in order to fight it. He never left the ICU and passed away in January.
His illness and ultimate passing has been so very difficult for all of us, but especially my mom. So during all of this time I was in Mobile, spending most of it at the hospital with Momma and Daddy and then with her trying to help out and take care of many details after the fact.
I started back dealing with my house full time about 4 weeks ago. I am constantly wanting to pick up the phone and call him to ask questions about how to do this or should I do that or is this worker telling me the right thing? As I work, I seem to constantly hear his voice.
I am just now able to write about his passing without totally losing it, although the tears always seem to come. I miss my Daddy, his willingness to listen and give his advice.
I just hate he will not be able to see the house fixed up and finished.
And so, life goes on.....
posted by Lynn at 8:22 PM
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