
There are many changes that occur over the course of one's life. Some of these are joyful while others are sad. My dad had been sick for a while but recently became worse. He died on July 25th. Callie and I were out to lunch before commencing school shopping. My brother, Scott, called and updated us just as we were finishing lunch at the Brickhouse. Once I got the news we went straight home and I went on line to get a flight with Callie to Boston. We ended up on Delta to Cincinnati and then Boston, of course the weather there was bad (surprise since it has been a wet summer there) which delayed our flight twice. We made it into Boston, and there was a bit of confusion so had to wait for Scott to get us. It poured hard all the way from Boston to Hyannis and we arrived at the hospital around 2am. My was able to talk with me which was good. God is good!
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I stayed with him leaving only to get a shower or food, but made sure he wasn't alone. Hospice became involved and his room was then changed to the new wing. On Saturday evening after everyone was gone, I sat and talked to him. I'm sure he could here me though he wasn't able to talk. There were memories such as his great-grandparents and what I remembered: NECCO wafers, scallop shells that were stacked in various sizes, the patchwork dog, Hermits (yum), the flat cookies with the layer of raisins in them, the red metal chairs, and love. Then there are memories of talking sports when I was in high school, walking me down the isle for my wedding, and lessons learned. I remember my dad being most patient when I was learning to drive his "standad" white ford van. Honestly, whoever designed the shifter on the steering wheel must have been a bit crazy. Long story short it was quite a jerky ride, I wanted to just throw in the towel, but he kept telling me how good I was doing and to just keep trying. Later I learned I made him sea-sick, but he never complained. I later bought my first car a red VW superbettle (it had a sunroof) and it was a standard drive! The brave soul went with me up to the Catholic church (one I attend services at each time I'm in town) and practised driving. I thought I was hot stuff driving that car to work the next day all on my own! It was the drive home that got me. I got to the corner of Skate and 6A trying to make the left hand turn. The light went from Red to Green to Yellow to Red to Green to Yellow to Red and people behind me lost their patience and whipped around me honking their horns. All I could do was cry "dad, where are you? I need you, I'm stuck!" This of course, was back in the dark ages before cell phones, pagers, etc. Somehow, the little car made it to the middle of the intersection (progress) and the light bulb turned on over my head. "FIRST" put it in first...always when you stop you put it in first. I put the car in first and off I went. A lesson I share when people buy their first standard drive car. And with that, he went to be with God. Peaceful, calm, gentle. God truly is good!!
There was a week of getting things in order and Callie and I were blessed in many ways. We shopped and ate out, attended church, I got to go to a quilt show, see some old friends. We walked on the beach everyday, I think she really liked walking way out on the flats, and the whale watch that was excellent! We were entertained and amused and it was a most gorgeous Cape Cod day.
The service was simple and heartfelt with Max remembering him for his service in the Navy and his love of trains. Dr. Bob McLaughlin remembered the kind, compassionate soul my dad was during his years with B-bus and shared his ancestrial history of being related to those on the Mayflower: Miles Standish, Elder Brewster and John Alden and other famous people (such as Sarah Palin, the Right Brothers, the presidential candidate John Dean etc. that share the same descendants). There were beautiful flowers and family and friends that were supportive and shared warm memories of my dad. Mostly that he was a quiet, gentle, honest, kind, man who had a sense of humor. He is safe now in the arms of the Lord. My friends and co-works bought a magnolia tree and plaque in memory of my dad. It is now planted in the back yard. I made Manuel up root a bougainvillea to plant the tree. It is perfect. Not to worry the other plant has a new home in the front yard. Rest in peace dad, I love you!