One night, me and my cousin that I hadn't seen in a while came over to spend the night with me. I was 16 at the time. We could have done all the devilish things in the world but instead, we sat up and talked about my dad the WHOLE night. He was a very amusing man. We traded stories on things that we thought were funny about him.
One particular subject was one about this 1978 Chevy that he loved so dearly, but it didn't love him back. It would break down on him every time he took it out to drive. We laughed and ranted about that thing for hours. I went to sleep right before the sun came up with a smile on my face. The next day, my parents were supposed to leave for a cruise to the Bahamas. I received a phone call from my aunt that morning (of whom I was staying with until my parents got back from their trip). She informed me that my dad had gotten in an accident in his truck and I needed to go to the hospital right away.
I couldn't really break down and cry. All I could think about was the long night that I had thinking about my father. About how much I loved him. I think that was NOT a coincidence at all. I NEVER done such a thing in my life. Especially when there were parties going on that same night. Instead I chose to sit in and talk about my dad. He died the next day (along with my little brother who was in the car also).
But I still remember that night and how I took out time to appreciate my dad during his last night on this earth.
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I had received the phone call from my Mum to say that Dad had taken a turn for the worst, so dived into the car to drive the 400 miles back home. I stopped at a service station on the way and realised my phone was going to go flat (with no in car charger...) I urgently requested the postcode of the Hospice in Manchester from my brother, so I could put it into my sat nav before the battery of my phone expired.
I went into the services for coffee to go, and when I sat back down in the car a text came from my brother telling me to just head for the house.
I knew what this meant, just then the indegestion began, except it was right the way down my left side, rather than just in my gut! This pain was excruciating and remained with me for 45 minutes or so as I continued my journey. I have been told since that I was experiencing my Fathers pain as he left this world. I think I knew this anyway.
We are able to deal with relatives passing once we are aware of their forever connection to us here on the earth plain. Your Father still smiles on you!
Lin x