Condolences to Commander for the passing of his father from your Gulch friends!
Posted by Dobrien 2 years, 1 month ago to Philosophy
Speaking with Mike, he said the his father was ready to go and the whole family had no regrets or unfinished business emotional and otherwise.
I say BRAVO, We should all aspire to leave this life in the same fashion.
Peace to you my brother!:)
I say BRAVO, We should all aspire to leave this life in the same fashion.
Peace to you my brother!:)
When my mother died, she had advanced Alzheimer's when another stroke blessed her with an end to it all. When I got up close to her in an open coffin, I kind of lost it, though.
My father's senility became very intense as he neared 100 years of age. He had to be shown a group family photo so he could recognize any of his five sons and other close relatives. He died of lung cancer in a hospice one day short of his 99th birthday.
No, he never smoked.
A feeling of relief came with the passing of both my parents.
Dad's been pretty uncomfortable for the past 8 months. Physical pain and the isolation due to hearing loss.
Two months ago he decides, quite coherently, this is it, I'm done, and proceeded to the medicine cabinet. There is the bottle of Prednisone. He takes all three pills that are left and consumes. Nothing except feeling a bit less pain ensues. Yet, he's of a mind that it's all over and gets frustrated to the point my mom calls me over. He's so cute in this ignorance. My sister is due to arrive the next day as things were.
We have a very cogent discussion and honor dad's wish to expire. Hospice begins, quite surprisingly to the intake nurses, that they are dealing with an alert human being. We honor the life by not extending the pain or sufferance, and the temerity of my dad to reason ably face his end. No unfinished business, no regrets, no wailing or gnashing of teeth.
Only one decision left. Are his ashes interred in the garden or not?
I've survived several close calls that could have taken me out.
About some things, my memory is not as sharp as it used to be. Where did I put that cane? Here we go again! Damn cane!
I'm close for behind Biden's age but not anywhere as far gone.
If I do this right, I'll need to be identified by DNA only.
Point I'm getting to is back during the Nineties I actually had gunpowder mailed to me. Now I see all I have to do is go for a drive in my area to construct my own Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch to give myself a big sendoff.
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I mentioned that to a college creative writing teacher a few years later after I got out of the Marines. He told me people would not care,
Well, I care. I try not when to write Schiff unless its obvious I'm just fooling around~~such as blowing myself up with my own constructed Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch.
Oh, then one fine day I also learned that dynamite used to blow up a bridge during a battle in that movie had not even been invented yet.
No reflection on your friend, but secondly I paid can't remember how much to have the hammer fixed at a gun store. That hammer seized back up again after very little time passed.
Decided not to throw good money after bad and made a display out of it since it came with a stand.
Cousin has been on the reenactment field with mccannon for a couple of "campaigns". They've never met as far as I know.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaw_8...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SCCq...
Listen, everyone
The time will come when all of us say goodbye
Feel that aching in your heart
Leaving you broken inside
But we're never really gone
As long as there's a memory in your mind
So now go do the best things in life
Take a bite of this world while you can
Make the most of the rest of your life
Make a ride of this world while you can
Take the ones you love
And hold them close because there is little time
And don't let it break your heart
I know it feels hopeless sometimes
But they're never really gone
As long as there's a memory in your mind
So now go do the best things in life
Take a bite of this world while you can
Make the most of the rest of your life
Make a ride of this world while you can
And hold on to memories
Hold on to every moment
To keep them alive
The world's greatest tragedy
Souls who are not remembered
Cannot survive
So now go do the best things in life
Bring the fight to this world while you can
Make the most of the rest of your life
Shine your light on this world while you can
And hold on to memories
Hold on to every moment
To keep them alive
The world's greatest tragedy
Souls who are not remembered
Cannot survive
And hold on to memories
Hold on to every moment
To keep them alive
The world's greatest tragedy
Souls who are not remembered
Cannot survive (cannot survive)
In May shall be the 100th anniversary of Boy Scouts in the LaCrosse WI, Gateway Area Council. I plan to attend as a few of his graduating class still survive. Most intriguing, the announcement card had a very familiar face upon the front page. Sam. I have a picture in my archive of my first day of school with this man, boarding the bus he was driving. 50.....2 years or so ago.
Degrees of separation are only what we make of them. All the world is one.
In 1983 dad asked if I was going back to college in the fall. "No". So....you have 90 days to get a job, get a place and get out. I did so in about 30 days.
Moved out clear about 2PM and returned next morning around 10. Mom had already converted "my" bedroom into a sewing room.
Yesterday she "let" me sleep in without calling after she discovered dad's death...4ish. I made way over around 8:30 and entered the house.
My first words: So, are you going to convert dad's room so he can't come back tomorrow?
We had a great laugh!
Life is remembrance and reverence of precious moments!
Cheers!
Do we cremate and spread dad on the garden or feed him to the hogs?
Now, you may take pause, reflect a moment, break into laughter or puke. One thing is certain in our lives.
Folks seem to hang around just to see what happens next................stay tuned. Rocket fuel may be involved.
One of the best themes of our relationship: I love you dearly....and I like you more!
Stay out of trouble out there Commander...
5 years ago a sledding "incident" (mega jump with a bad landing) from 197....5 took it's toll. L5-S1 discectomy.
My right leg disappeared one day while carrying a 100# chunk of steel across the shop floor. Had a left inguinal hernia from a year before. Time for the repair shop.
When a Marine says: Pain is my friend.... I get it. As long as I can live independent I'm good. No nursing or hospice for this kid. I'm planning a privately built rocket exit/burial from my back yard when it is time to go. Gonna need some youngsters to help set up the live feed cameras. Wheeeeee! BOOM!
Perfect picts Brother Dan...nearly brought a tear to my eyes thinking of my own Dad.
One of the items I thought to include: It's never a bad thing to be late to your funeral.
My sister just looked at me blinkin like a toad in a hailstorm.....so that will not be published. LOL!
How liberating. No regrets, only happiness left.
thanks much