A Life Of Crime and Prayers for Dad

thank you all once more.

I talked with Dad- he was a little loopy and had the tubes in his chest. He's off the catheter and out of ICU.

He's 70 something and will not last forever. I know this. I want to postpone the moment as long as possible. When it is his time, though, I sure wish he go well.

Dad doesn't believe in anything. Maybe he thinks he's returning to nothingness. I don't know. Whatever Light is there, I pray it finds him, and me when my time comes.


munk
 
munk said:
A Keith story;

Every night he stays up a little late with me, having had a nap earlier in the day. The favorite program around here is Dragon Ball Z.

Keith loves to pretend my hand is a large spider attacking him. The spider hides under the sofa cushion, my leg, or under the couch. Keith will dig in, yank a finger out, and then with a enormous pull jerk the entire hand into the open. He will then shout at a very loud volume level:

"Kami, KAMI, HAMI, HAMI, HUUMMMMMMMEE!" (this being Goku's standard force beam attack.) The spider will die after recieving one or two of these blasts.

He will play this over and over.

I get a kick out of seeing the intent look on his face as he thrusts both arms straight outwards in delivering the attack.


munk
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Geez, Munk, don't know how I missed this. I can only plead temporary insanity as my new boss at work is making every waking minute a living hell, and I really can barely function on any level because of it.

In any case, I sincerely hope your Dad will recover 100% and you will have many more years together. I am your age and lost my Dad almost 25 years ago, and really regret that we never got past the constant battling stage before he moved on.

Your story above cracks me up. With my kids my hand was the "tickle spider", who casually walked along until he decided to strike at the short ribs. and do some serious tickling. The kids really loved it. It's a silly little thing I suppose, but something you always remember.

Regards,

Norm
 
Thanks, Norm.

You know, it's the force the little guy uses that amazes me. I could withold the hand, ( I could, I know I could!) but his jerk is so amazing. He seems to know a pull or struggle won't work- he snaps my hand out from hiding, and the technique is remarkable!

He's not even 3 yet.


munk
 
sorry to read this. I would have cut you more slack.it explains your lack of accuracy & anger.

wish I read it yesterday.

lifes hard.
good luck to you both.

im gone.



kl.
 
Smoke going up for you Dad munk, as we speak.


Get Carter into some yoga classes now ... he'll need the flexibility soon enough ...
 
I'd like to get Carter, and all my boys into martial arts. It would have helped me and I think it could help them grow. The right kind, of course, not the chip on shoulder amatuers.


Gotta ad another line to Ad's; Come to Florida, it's worth the risk.

Nevada; just add water.



munk
 
Dad started loosing blood sometime this weekend and they don't know where or why. They suspect the lungs, of course. He does not have cancer, which is good, but this further complication is disapointing to me. At his age, I was expecting another shoe to drop and it has. Hopefully, he'll climb on top of this and come home.

edit; they couldn't fix it- they've operated on him again and he's once more in ICU. -10:18 July 18


munk
 
Smoke tonite.

Leave nothing unsaid, munk. Now's the time.

I took care of my dad for months before he finally died. Took the "family leave act" thing so I'd have a job to go back to. He was abusive, unreasonable, an alcoholic who wasted a tremendous opportunity with his life. He could have done anything and amounted to little. He also wasn't much of a dad, and did something unforgivable: he beat my mother and sisters.

My revenge on him was to be the best son I could possibly be.

I went to school, worked hard, and visited him frequently. I always was on very good terms with him. He never told me he was proud of me but told others.

After he died, I had a dream. In the dream I was carrying him, dragging him, helping him up a flight of softly carpeted stairs. At the top a golden light shined on him, like a sunset. In the light he looked beautiful. And from the height, he could see something I could not.

May that light also shine on your dad as well.


Mike
Ad Astra
 
Thank you for your post, Mike.

I'm the alcoholic who could have done anything....
When I quit, that's when I married and had a family, not before.
My sons have seen me depressed, irritable, labile.
But we do things together, talk, are, 'in it together'. There are lots of 'squeezers' at my house.
I'm at the computer alone right now, but when Trav runs down the steps first thing he'll do is put his head in my lap and his arms around me.

That's a good thing, and an improvement on what went on in my own childhood. But Dad is a good man. He worked for his family. He wasn't the kind to hug or hike with. Actually, you just mostly avoided him because he was walking trouble- a QA engineer who could prove at any moment your inadequacy as a human being.

Things improved when I was out of his house and sober. I fought with him as a child, taking up the struggle normally reserved for the first born. The first born in my house saw the writing on the wall, retreated to his bedroom, and read Scientific American for the next 12 years or so until he could leave for Cal Tech. Haven't seen him since, really....

Dad and I are friends because I loved him and engaged him, did not walk away. That's what matters.
I've said pretty much what I can say to him. I can't change anything. I accepted him a long time ago.

When my sleep apnea was real bad he drew me aside and basically told me I was stark raving mad. He hadn't liked the 4" nickel plated Smith model 57 on my hip the day we picniced by a notorious Cougar area. I had little yard apes running all about, and insisted they being in sight and not around the corner alone in the narrow canyon, a canyon where the bones of Cougar kills and the urine markings from the big cats where everywhere.

Now he's in ICU again, having to start all over, and I hope he pulls through. I like him being around. He's a funny guy- where do you think I got it?


munk
 
Dad should be out of ICU today and to a regular hospital bed.
Thank you, all of you.
That's 77 years old, two operations and 12 days in ICU. Ouch.

Dad hates the medical profession about as much as Rusty did.

He's an engineer and frustrated by their lack of knowing what is going on at all times.



munk
 
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