My father...

[fajrdrako]

I was awakened a little while ago with a phone call from Dr. Tafigh Tabarmanaf of the Burnaby Hospital in Burnaby, British Columbia, to tell me my father died this evening at 8:15 PST.

This was not unexpected. He has been increasingly failing over the last few months, struggling with recurring pneumonia, unconscious and unresponsive for the past few weeks. They phoned me at work today to say they didn't expect him to survive the night.

And he didn't.

My relationship with my father was - 'troubled', I suppose is the best word for it. He was not an easy father to have. But this evening I have felt more at peace with him than I have at any time since early childhood. I've been feeling sad and restless over the course of the evening.... but no longer troubled by the anger or guilt or hurt I had felt about him for decades. He loved me, despite his problems, and I loved him. Despite mine.

My Papa: born January 8, 1919 in Leicester, England; died July 25, 2008 in Burnaby, BC.

Death. Never easy.

Comments

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

What a nice thing to say. Means more than I can say. Thank you. It means a lot to know that even if we aren't geographically close and don't see each other often, you're there for me.

[dargie.livejournal.com]

I recall the feelings quite clearly, and know that even a kind word is appreciated at a time like this. I'm sorry this has happened so soon after your accident and the news about your job, but as they say, it never rains but it pours. {{{{Liz}}}

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Never rains but it pours - that is so true!

I hope things will stop happening now. Really.

[dargie.livejournal.com]

I'll cross my fingers on that one.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Right. We can hope.