leafet
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My father passed away today, 07/21/2013 at around 7:45pm est; he was 63 years old. He was only diagnosed last year in October.
When I first read about ALS, I expected him to live a few more years. It's insane that this time last year, he was doing okay. Talking, moving, maybe weak, but alive.
I got the call from his nurse today saying he was unresponsive, only blinking at times. I was able to talk to him, to say I love him and that I was going to visit. I instantly called in to work, looked at plane tickets, and right before I was about to book one, his nurse told me he had died. Since I live 2,500 miles away, it's hard to visit often; the last time I saw him was in November. I'll never be able to see him again.
I had always planned to live with him again, before ALS. I'd buy him a house close to mine, after I had graduated college and could afford it. He wouldn't have to struggle financially anymore. I'd get him a dog and let him live out the rest of his years in peace. Ever since he was diagnosed, whenever I saw an elderly man, I was reminded of him. I would be a little bit upset that they go to live on to be 70, 80, 90 and above when my father was dying. But I know I shouldn't be angry.
I'm glad that he isn't hurting anymore. I hope that he goes to the heaven he so believes in. I hate ALS so much, and I'm glad that there are others here who understand this pain. I have only lurked in these forums before now, but I am glad to be able to talk to you guys. Sorry that this post is so long, but I don't talk about this to anyone.
Rest in peace, dad. I'll be thinking of you.
When I first read about ALS, I expected him to live a few more years. It's insane that this time last year, he was doing okay. Talking, moving, maybe weak, but alive.
I got the call from his nurse today saying he was unresponsive, only blinking at times. I was able to talk to him, to say I love him and that I was going to visit. I instantly called in to work, looked at plane tickets, and right before I was about to book one, his nurse told me he had died. Since I live 2,500 miles away, it's hard to visit often; the last time I saw him was in November. I'll never be able to see him again.
I had always planned to live with him again, before ALS. I'd buy him a house close to mine, after I had graduated college and could afford it. He wouldn't have to struggle financially anymore. I'd get him a dog and let him live out the rest of his years in peace. Ever since he was diagnosed, whenever I saw an elderly man, I was reminded of him. I would be a little bit upset that they go to live on to be 70, 80, 90 and above when my father was dying. But I know I shouldn't be angry.
I'm glad that he isn't hurting anymore. I hope that he goes to the heaven he so believes in. I hate ALS so much, and I'm glad that there are others here who understand this pain. I have only lurked in these forums before now, but I am glad to be able to talk to you guys. Sorry that this post is so long, but I don't talk about this to anyone.
Rest in peace, dad. I'll be thinking of you.