Warning: This post may be a little depressing. At least for me it is...
I know I haven't posted since last weekend (even though I have plenty of content to post). Good thing Maria has posted so there has been activity on the blog.
My father passed away on Sunday, June 27, 2010, one week after Fathers Day, at the age of 78. Early last year, he was hospitalized with a serious case of pneumonia. My family strongly believes that things in life happen for a reason even if the reason isn't always obvious at that moment. That hospitalization led to the discovery of cancerous cells in his lungs. Luckily, it was discovered early enough and was removed. He then underwent chemotherapy as a preventative measure. But in April of this year we discovered that he had very aggressive bone cancer. We were told that no treatment would cure him. At most, treatment might slow down its progression. But the strong treatment necessary would make him so sick. The outcome didn't outweigh the consequences. We were told he had months left.
We knew that dreaded day was coming but we didn't know it was going to be so fast. The Friday before Fathers Day his health started to deteriorate fast. We were warned that there wasn't a lot of time left. This entire process has been so mentally draining and full of mixed emotions. I wish this wouldn't of happened. I am relieved that he is no longer suffering. The last 2 months of his life were no way to live. I am happy that he is no longer feeling pain. I'm sad that he is no longer here. I wish our relationship had been better. We both have different personalities and would bump heads a lot. But he is my father, I always loved him. I am happy that our relationship was so much better over the last year. And most importantly, I cherish the fact that the last time I saw him awake (Fathers Day at around 1am) and in a right state of mind he told me he loved me very much.
This experience has taught me a lot. I am not posting this to get sympathy from others. I am posting this to remind everyone that life can be unpredictable. I always thought I'd have my parents around for a long time. I never thought that at the age of 25, I'd be crying over the fact that my father would never get to see me graduate from law school. I never thought I wouldn't be walked down the aisle by my father the day I get married. I am posting this because I want to remind everyone to appreciate those little moments in life that you share with the ones you love. I am posting this to remind you all to cherish your family because you don't know when it might be the last moment.
This is what I wore to his memorial service June 27. This is 2 coats of OPI's "Aphrodite's Pink Nightie." It's a beautiful frosty pink. I felt it was appropriate.