Yesterday I had started to cough, and I had completely forgotten why. I knew the day was coming up, but I hadn’t made the connection. Now I know. Thanks in part to Clifford, I will make it through this next anniversary tomorrow. I am so glad to have this reminder of how to do that.
Both my parents had the nerve to die on the day before a holiday.
Mom died on December 31, 2010.
Dad died on March 30, 2013.
That year, March 30 fell on a Saturday, the day before Easter.
So Dad pretty much messed up Easter, no matter where it lands, AND the 30th of March.
Not only that, but the way he went was pretty horrific.
After I struggled for an entire summer trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with him, getting him to various doctors and specialists, and neck surgery and a new pacemaker and then an oxygen tank and visits with cardiologists and pulmonologists and VA doctors and, and, and… Every week, usually two or three times a week, we were visiting a doctor. And, well gee, they just couldn’t figure out why his back hurt.
Eventually I had him admitted in Petoskey. He…
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