Friday, January 16, 2009
Monday the 5th of January my Dad slipped and fell on the ice. He hit his head so hard he was knocked out and had severe trauma to his brain. We waited a week for signs of improvement or anything good but nothing, in face what little functioning he did have soon declined. Monday morning, with family around, we took him off the respirator and true to my father he was strong and stubborn for almost 24 hours. He left us holding his hands and telling him we love him. It's devastating. I'm going to miss him so much and I'm terribly sad for the things he will miss as my sister and I move through our lives. Who I am is largely because of him.