LionTree
New member
- Joined
- Sep 26, 2020
- Messages
- 1
- Reason
- CALS
- Diagnosis
- 09/2020
- Country
- US
- State
- PA
My dad passed away suddenly last Thursday evening, one year and four months after being diagnosed with ALS. He was exactly two weeks shy of his 68th birthday. Dad was never confined to a wheelchair, never had a bi-pap, never had a feeding tube, and fought this horrible beast with all the German stubbornness he had. Dad was doing volunteer work for the American Red Cross up until just a few days before he passed, even while dealing with this illness.
I am so proud of my father, and I love him and miss him so much already. And I hate this stupid disease. I'm angry. There's not a minute that's gone by since he passed that I haven't been consumed by thoughts of Dad and everything he went through over the past sixteen months (more, if you count before the official diagnosis). My brain just won't let me rest.
Thankfully, Dad is in a better place, enjoying his passions again (bicycle riding, long walks) and I take some comfort in that knowledge.
My family is gutted. He was such an amazing, funny, witty, wonderful man and father. We will miss him terribly.
I am so proud of my father, and I love him and miss him so much already. And I hate this stupid disease. I'm angry. There's not a minute that's gone by since he passed that I haven't been consumed by thoughts of Dad and everything he went through over the past sixteen months (more, if you count before the official diagnosis). My brain just won't let me rest.
Thankfully, Dad is in a better place, enjoying his passions again (bicycle riding, long walks) and I take some comfort in that knowledge.
My family is gutted. He was such an amazing, funny, witty, wonderful man and father. We will miss him terribly.