January 1, 2008 - 12:30 AM
The phone rang.
Rodney and I were driving back home after having a great New Year’s Eve celebration at some friends’ house. We were on the interstate when Rodney got the phone call.
“Oh my God!” I heard Rodney say.
A series of questions followed as I listened curiously, knowing that it was bad news.
His Dad had a heart attack and was in the emergency room. It was the second attack in an increasingly long history of health problems. At 68 years old, it was becoming more and more difficult for his Dad to bounce back from these episodes.
“I don’t think he’s going to make it through this year,” I told Rodney. “What are we going to do if he dies?”
“I don’t know…” Rodney said.
(Rodney’s Dad survived.)
June 10, 2008 - 5:10 PM
I walked in the door of our home, a strong silence in the air. Have you ever heard a strong silence? It’s amazing how the absence of any noise can be so loud.
“Ohhh Nooo!” I heard Rodney scream from upstairs.
I knew exactly what happened, as a feeling of dread and disbelief took over me. I ran up to Rodney, where he was on the phone.
He flipped it closed, and started making sounds… sad sounds… hurt sounds… sounds I’ve never heard from a human being.
“He’s gone, he’s gone,” Rodney whimpered, putting his head down in the keyboard on his desk.
(Another heart attack… this one, he did not survive.)
June 14, 2008 - 2:00 PM
I stared down at the floral pattern on the funeral home carpet, my vision blurring as tears filled my eyes, then clearing as they poured over and ran down my cheeks. I felt the cold air press on me from the vent over my head as soft sounds of sobbing and sniffling filled the room. Every few minutes, I’d hear an unexpected gasp as the emotions became too strong for people, and they let their pain out.
Was this really happening? Was my Rodney really without his father now? The feelings were incomprehensible as I tried to understand how people go through this every day, around the world. How does anyone deal with losing a parent? I just can’t imagine it.
And his Mother… never again giving him a kiss goodnight. Never again, looking over and seeing him sitting next to her. All the little things which we take for granted and think don’t matter. Those are gone. They are no more.
June 15, 2008 - Father’s Day
Looking at a blank computer screen, I wonder how to even begin to pay tribute to the man every one called “Pa”. It didn’t matter if you were family or friend, he was Pa. Sometimes he was even Pa-Pa.
When people pass on, I know we often say the best things about them. We say “He was such a nice person” and tuck away any negative or unkind words. But really… really… he was a nice person. It’s not just a saying. Pa would help anyone out. He was always there for you.
I feel bad for not saying more to him, as we often do feel regret after someone dies. I feel bad for not keeping in touch more, not spending more time with him.
How silly of me to think we had forever to say these things. How naive of me to think he’d always be there.
Well, since I’m incapable of putting it into words, I guess I’ll just repeat something Rodney said yesterday.
“He was my hero… I want to be just like him.”
Hold your Fathers tight today. Tell them everything that’s in your heart, without fear or hesitation. If you don’t have time, make it, find it. Do it.