My father passed at 75 this morning. Came as such a shock, bolt out of the blue, as 7 days ago he was as vibrant as he's been in the last 10 years, going to hockey games for the Western Hockey league team locally that's having a deep playoff run, etc. Then his kidney's began failing, then liver, than UTI and sepsis/blood infection, then congestive heart failure. I spoke with him yesterday, he knew he was in pretty serious trouble, but I got to talk for about 5 minutes before he passed out. So grateful for that. Hospital called me back after my 8 am call I made into them for a status update, around 9, and said to get there ASAP. He's about 50 miles away from his place where I'm at, no missus here right now, and my right leg is in a cast until Tuesday, and they pull your D.L. here for that. Luckily I had an aunt that was available short notice to drive me, and my pops held on, groaning/grunting in pain when we arrived there, and when my aunt starting singing to him, he calmed right down, and as I spoke to him his breathing slowing stopped over about 5 minutes. It was like he held on for me/us, he went so quickly after we got there.
Fucking sucks. We didn't always get along throughout my life, but taking care of him since my mom passed 7 years ago or so really got us reconnected. I was hoping for another 10 years with him at least.
He was a police officer for 35 years, in many various and important units in this country. Never backed down from fights, he used to love getting in them when he was a young cop apparently, became more reserved later when he was in command of others.
Hope everyone is well, I haven't been here much recently due to my own health BS, but that'll change going forward now.
