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So...I haven't posted since September, apparently? Huh. I kept meaning to, honestly, I just wasn't sure quite what to say.
My father died on New Years day, Tuesday, suddenly. My mother and I came home from work at around 5:45 like normal. It was already dark, and we could see that my father had started a small bonfire out in the pasture (I live in Oklahoma, remember?) and so she texted him that we were home. This was all normal.
We sat by the fireplace for a few minutes to warm up, and then she decided to walk out there to see him. I fixed a sandwich for dinner and watched tv while I ate. After about 10 minutes I checked my phone. My phone is always on silent due to my either being at work or not wanting to be bothered. There were 4 missed calls from my mother and one from my brother.
I called my brother and he told me that my father had passed out in the pasture and my mother was out there with him. I ran out there in the dark, and when I got to her she told me he wasn't breathing or had a pulse. I had to go back to the front of the house to wait for the ambulance. I kept hearing them but it seemed to take forever for them to come. I ran back to my mother and tried to comfort her.
They took him to the hospital. They didn't let her ride with him, instead they made us stay and talk to the police officer. They believe it was drugs. After all that we've been through with him, drugs again.
When we were allowed to go to the hospital about half an hour later, they told us that he had never regained a pulse or brain activity and that he had died in the pasture. We still don't know why. They are waiting on a toxocolgy report that could take up to 6 months.
I'm not that sad. I have hated him for far more of my life than I loved him. Maybe it was both? If that's possible? I'm just trying to be strong for my mother. She was married to him since she was 17. She's been with him for 41 years. If you pray, please pray for her.
My father died on New Years day, Tuesday, suddenly. My mother and I came home from work at around 5:45 like normal. It was already dark, and we could see that my father had started a small bonfire out in the pasture (I live in Oklahoma, remember?) and so she texted him that we were home. This was all normal.
We sat by the fireplace for a few minutes to warm up, and then she decided to walk out there to see him. I fixed a sandwich for dinner and watched tv while I ate. After about 10 minutes I checked my phone. My phone is always on silent due to my either being at work or not wanting to be bothered. There were 4 missed calls from my mother and one from my brother.
I called my brother and he told me that my father had passed out in the pasture and my mother was out there with him. I ran out there in the dark, and when I got to her she told me he wasn't breathing or had a pulse. I had to go back to the front of the house to wait for the ambulance. I kept hearing them but it seemed to take forever for them to come. I ran back to my mother and tried to comfort her.
They took him to the hospital. They didn't let her ride with him, instead they made us stay and talk to the police officer. They believe it was drugs. After all that we've been through with him, drugs again.
When we were allowed to go to the hospital about half an hour later, they told us that he had never regained a pulse or brain activity and that he had died in the pasture. We still don't know why. They are waiting on a toxocolgy report that could take up to 6 months.
I'm not that sad. I have hated him for far more of my life than I loved him. Maybe it was both? If that's possible? I'm just trying to be strong for my mother. She was married to him since she was 17. She's been with him for 41 years. If you pray, please pray for her.