A Day In The Life
At 3:30AM this morning I received a phone call from the hospice facility in charge of my fathers care over the last four months. As you might guess, the call was to alert me that my Father had passed away. I talked with his nurse (Linda) earlier in the afternoon and she indicated his breathing was shallow & she could barely hear his pulse.....she literally gave him hours to days to live. I have met Linda & think the world of what she does, somehow I new her call "of hours to days" was very accurate. He had been struggling for quite some time & this did not surprise me however it did somehow put me on high alert.
The call came at 3:30 AM saying my father had passed away. From that point there were phone calls, & emails almost non-stop throughout the entire day calling old friends of my Fathers and coordinating plans for cremation, memorial service, & of course checking on my Mother who was there at the time.
Funny thing, I learned something about my Father in the calls to all his old buddies & schoolmates.... They loved him. This is a group of guys from a town of (well I'm not sure ....1,500?) seriously. Lacoochee Florida dirt roads & one Post Office which my Grand Mother ran for quite a number of years. Yes it's true, my Father lived in Lacoochchee (pronounced just as it's spelled...La-ku-chee) Several of them went on from the high school in lacocoochee to Florida State University (GO Gators) where they still remained a tight group of "kids" and often went to dinner together (who knew) throughout their four years at school together before my Father graduated with a degree in Aeronautical Engineering.
It's amazing what I found out after I talked with old friends of my Fathers. Evidently he stayed in contact for years & years & actually visited various old friends multiple times (in person) not just texting, facebook , or some other form of social media. This was a generation who actually took the time to get on an airplane, motor home or car and go cross country to visit people of importance in their lives.
Mt Father has moved on in this world & I have had the opportunity to speak with many of his old friends including his best man at his 1951 wedding.
If there is any point to this rambling....friends and family are truly important, They deserve more than a text or an occasional email.......
Bruce Parham Solutions Real Estate 602.418.4876 http://greatscottsdalehomes.com/