I can scarcely believe that one year ago today is when the journey with my Dad started.
A year ago today my dad had a severe enough bleed at home that the decision was made for his safety (and our sanity) that he needed to be moved to a hospital for his care.
Needless to say, he was not in the least bit happy about being moved, but when we weighed the cost-benefit of him staying at home versus being in a hospital with trained professionals, reason won out in the end and he was moved to the Riverview centre.
I'm glad I wasn't there that night for the bleed at home - I'm not good with that kind of stuff (numbers are more my thing), and ultimately, the stress that his care at home was placing on the entire family was starting to reach a peak.
I got home today and did my usual routine - grab my iPod, check for mail, see the pooch, rustle something up for dinner, etc
I was warming up some leftovers and saw an email from an old friend - someone whom I hadn't heard from in some time. He had written to let me know that his father passed away last Monday, Jan 23rd. His mother had passed away several years ago, and his father has been on his own since. He was a very active member in his community, and accomplished many great things.
I called to leave a message for him to say how sorry I was about his Dad, but given where my head is at this week with my own Dad, it was a little too close to home. I hope to chat with him sometime this week to express my condolences personally.
The irony of it is - I was off work last week on vacation and had every intention of contacting him, but didn't for some reason. I guess as usual, the universe has it's own sense of order and I didn't contact him for a reason.
Anyway - I hope he's doing ok, and I hope to get some more information later this week around the circumstances of his father's passing.
RIP I.A.Q
