For those who do not know me for the last 14 months I have been dealing with my Father's death. It has been a hard journey. I feel that his death was the result of two doctors that were supposed to taken care of him, instead they misdiagnosed the signs of a broken neck. It was not until we had him transferred to another hospital that we found out about the extent of his injuries. The shock and horror we felt as a family when the neurosurgeon came and told us what his out come would be. Dad had told us that he did not want to be on life support and we had to respect his wishes . He passed a few hours later in the early morning light with his family gathered around him, and as my daughter stated " It was a little bit of Heaven to see him on his way" You can read about the sweet memories of Dad on Kacy's blog http://manysizesofjo.blogspot.com/2008/04/forecast-for-todayrainy-with-chance-of.html
One of the hardest things in my mind is when my Mom had to look into his beautiful blue eyes and tell him he could not be fixed, for months I would see his eyes in the clouds when I looked up, at night when I would be drifting off to sleep, it has been haunting. I do not try and pretend to be a good writer or a poet I struggle with words and spelling but there have been days that I did nothing but carry a piece of a paper and pencil writing thoughts that had taken over my mind. It is very hard for me to keep things in order which I am sure you will soon find out . I have people who have helped me with the things I write, THANK YOU! you know who you are. The first poem is about his last hours at the hospital, it is a unbleiveable experience to be with someone when they pass just six weeks earlier I was at this same hospital watching the birth of my granddaughter both were life changing events for me.