My friend Tami’s father is being buried today.
It makes me think back to the day we buried my Dad. It was a cold day; I was 23 and not ready to lose him, he was too young to go, 57.
My heart goes out to everyone that loses a loved one especially during the Christmas season. I remember Daddy had a package for me under the tree and I wasn’t going to open it until he was well and home. Even though they gave him only a 50/50 chance we were more than hopeful he would come through the surgery with better than expected results.
Dad said he was done living with congestive heart failure, atrial fibrillation, and a sedentary life. As a child Dad had rheumatic fever which damaged his heart valves.
The doctors told us if the surgery worked he would have new opportunities at a better life. They didn’t say much about the alternative.
Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore was leading research in valve replacements but the program was still in its infancy. There were problems and the six hour surgery extended to ten hours.
Daddy died the day after New Year’s.
Funny, I have missed him longer than we knew each other. He was a kind and gentle spirit and after all these years some days I would give anything to just talk to him.
I am so sorry Tami will go through the grieving process we all do when we lose a loved one. I think about how lucky she is to have had her dad so long, she will be in my prayers.