**TISSUE ALERT**
St. Patrick's Day for us this year was bitter sweet. It was sweet because it was Kiera's 7th birthday and we're Irish, well the Sailor and the midgets are at least, therefore I am too by association. Everyone had fun and the day was wonderful. I'll do a post about the celebrations later this week.
It was also bitter. After we tucked the girls in for the night the Sailor and I sat out back around the fire pit just chit chatting about this and that. It was a little after 11pm I do believe when we received the phone call. It was from the Sailors step sister. She called to inform us that at about 10:30 pm the Sailors father had passed away quietly at home.
Jason has been off from work for almost a month now spending time with his father and helping out around his house. Fixing things, running errands, just visiting, and eventually helping take care of his father when he was no longer able to take care of himself and sitting vigil. From the moment his father was diagnosed terminal with cancer (before that if you want the truth) everyone, including his father, always joked about how he was so Irish that since he wasn't born on St. Patrick's Day he would die on it. Well the old man pumped blood & sucked air (←his words) with everything he had, holding out until then. Like I said before, he died quietly at home in his own bed just as naked and free as he was the day he was born.
There wasn't an overly emotional display of feelings like there was when Maggie Alice passed. It's been quiet and pretty calm. Mainly I believe because while an early death was always known to be a possibility (always is with heart issues, especially one as severe as hers), Maggie's death was quite sudden. Where as with Jason's father everyone had months to come to terms with the fact that this IS going to happen and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it.
Towards the end it became a sit and wait situation with prayers that he would peacefully slip away and no longer be in pain. I believe there was big sigh of relief from those of us he left behind because we were now glad he was no longer suffering and was in a better place. I also think there was big sigh from those he was on his way to meet because trouble was coming home. :)
As his loving wife said : "[the Sailor Sr.] has changed ports. He has left the port of South Haven to drop anchor in Heaven. At least, that is where I hope he ends up. With a 7th fleet sailor, I'm not always sure."
You will be missed and you will always be loved.
I love you Dad
Love ♥ Huggs
CoreyJo
You described that so well and did make me cry. Sorry for your loss. Your father in law was a great guy.
ReplyDeleteThank you Vanessa :)
DeleteYes, yes & yes! Bittersweet put probably my favorite post yet. He will be missed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Doll. I love you :)
DeleteWonderful tribute! Granpa is very happy I'm sure having his little angel sitting on his lap now and both smiling to you all! ;)
ReplyDeleteGros câlin!
Jon
Jon,
DeleteI think it's more like her taunting him til he cusses and chases her around Heavens while she squeals like little piggy!! LOL
Gros câlin
CoreyJo
CoreyJo:
ReplyDeleteBe it through an act of contraception or old age kicking our ass, each soul has it's own path of life and death, or at least as how we define "life" here on earth. Some never to see the light of day, while others ponder on earth for generations to come. Is the hour old embryo's time here, poisoned by a tad bit of spermicide, any less important? NO, just a different path of existence; briefly touching and moving on.
Be it the Senior Sailor or your sweet Margaret Alice, know both have kissed at your soul and are a part of you. You will never be without them, as they are more than just part of your skin, they are tattooed to your soul and all the souls that surround you. When you hug the Sailor, your kids or anyone you care for, don't just feel the love of them wrapped about you, but the love of EVERYONE that makes you whole. THAT, my dear, is how you keep souls alive right here on earth. Never stop feeling them, never stop sharing them, embrace them in your heart and let them help you heal.
It's either that or kick the Sailor in the nuts, to ease a bit of tension. For the Sailor's sake, I hope you don't knee him, THAT SH** HURTS!!!
Sending prayers and SMILES--
Rafa
Rafa,
DeleteAs always your words touch my soul and bring tears to my eyes. Of course you're right and they will always be with me forever and the day after. Thank you for your support and love in all my many times of sorrow.
I think I'll pass on kicking the sailor...for some reason I don't think that'll help anything, but thanks for the advice anyways ;)
Always
CoreyJo
hugs baby
ReplyDeleteThanks Becca Honey.
DeleteHuggs to you too.
CoreyJo
After just getting my blog set up again and adding the blogs that I follow back on to my list after they were all deleted, I'm sadened to have come across this one as my first of yours that I am reading. I'm so sorry for your loss. It's not easy losing a parent.
ReplyDeleteFacing Traffic,
DeleteI'm sorry this is what you had to come back to. It's been a mess around here for quite some time. Things will hopefully get back to normal now...what ever normal is. :)
Thank you and a big welcome back hug to you.
CoreyJo
Sad news indeed. We can relate, as a very close cousin (my wife grew up with) has died and we have to travel up to Johannesburg for the funeral on Monday.
ReplyDeleteColonialist,
DeleteI'm sorry for your loss, yes it is sad. It seems to be going around right now. Hopefully things will get better for all. Even though it's for a funeral try to enjoy those who are left and cellebrate the life has moved on. Thoughts & Prayers for you and your family.
Huggs
CoreyJo