With my very first post I discussed the fact that I was getting over my Dad's death, still trying to get over it yes it is getting a little better. Yes I am still upset about the treatment he received at the first hospital and still brings tears to my eyes when I think of what they did to him or what they did not do for him. August 7 should have been his 80th birthday. When we went to pick out his headstone we were in hope that it would be in place for his birthday and sure enough it was. I remember the day Mom called and told me we could go down to see it. All the emotion that flooded my brain and the words that started to come, this was going to make it very real that he was there. Don't know how to describe it but I was literally shaking with my thoughts of him.Yes we talked to a law firm about my Dad's case, but they are in it to make money ,they turned us down stating that most men do not live beyond 75 if he had been a younger man with children to support they would have taken the case. So basically we did not have a case other than our voices to tell our story. That is when I decided to have my cousin Heidi make us up some shirts . I call them our medic alert shirts in case we can not speak for ourselves our shirts will speak for us! At the anniversary of my Dad's death my son Kyle wore his shirt up the the ER room and had his picture taken (gotta love that kid) . When ever we wear our shirts in public people ask us why we have them , then we tell our story then they tell us their story about the treatment they or their loved ones received. I can not believe all the horror stories that come out of that ER room. I wish I would have had people signing our shirts that had bad experiences at that hospital. We know police officers and paramedics that will not let there family go there. When we went back and talked to the first medics that took care of Dad they were shocked to find out what the ER had done. I know I need to move on but I just needed to vent.
This is Heidi's art spot go check her out and her Cafe Press store hidbdesigns.blogspot.com
3 comments:
Today will be a memorable day - but I can't help feeling that Clyde is enjoying the new company he has! We will always love him and miss him ...
Way to go KYLE!
I remember when Vicky told us what happened to your dad. Miles and I were shocked and dismayed at the way things were handled. I am so sorry for your family. It is always hard thinking something could have been prevented.
Happy Birthday Grandpa. Love you still, every day.
How about we all get it tattoed, right across our chests. That way we don't have to worry about the day our shirts are dirty...
Love you mom, you know how much. No, it's more than you will ever know...
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