My Daddy Died

Well, it's been a while....long while since I've written. The past month has been a very hard one for me, and my family. My daddy fell down the cellar stairs, in his new home. Mom heard the whole thing, went running to see him laying there, eyes open at the bottom of the stairs. She thought Dad was dead, but he was ALIVE! So, Dad has been in ICU at Leigh High Valley Cedar Crest for the past 3 weeks. He was hurt - 8 broken ribs, fractured vertebrae in his neck, a head bleed...but he was alive. So, we thought the worse was over......Dad couldn't breath, so a ventilator was put down his throat for 5 days. Just seeing him laying there with tubes down his throat was awful for me, and awful for Dad! I cried at his bedside so much....telling him I love him, and Dad would then squeeze my hand. He was doing great, so the ventilator came off. I sang to him, prayed with him....oh how I love my Daddy so! So, then Dad was doing so good he was transferred to a nursing home/rehab here in NJ. He was doing so good, starting taking steps, talking, eating on his own...we were so hopeful. I went to the nursing home this past Monday, and Dad wasn't doing well. He was in so much pain...crying out in pain. The nurse was a dizzy old lady, not wanting to help him. I was confused and worried over him, crying all day long....asking the Lord for wisdom. Dad went to therapy, he came back a different man.....humming with his hands clenched, he wasn't there. I asked what happened to him, no one said anything. We had to get him out of there, no one would help us, they only said Dad was sleeping!!! No doctor came in. We rushed him to the ER, and all the tests came back fine...no heart attack, no stroke, head bleed was still healed, but his pneumonia was still there, but it would be treated, and all would be okay. We went to dinner, Dad was fine. Came back, he was up, talking, trying to get that monitor off his finger, his eyes were open for the first time all day! we told him we loved him. Lois left, mom and me stayed. I was just about to leave, said my good bye and see you tomorrow, Mom was going to leave too, then Dad had a seizure. Then he had 5 more of them!!!! He was in grave condition, but still I didn't think he was going to DIE!! The curtain to his ER room was closed, we were out talking to the doctor. I went in to see Dad, and his blood pressure was so low, hardly breathing. I asked the nurse if he was OK, she said, "he's going!" WHAT? Mom came in and started weeping, I was weeping. The nurses told us to talk to him, that he still could hear us. We told him we loved him, and then I got right in front of his face and told my Dad that it was okay to go, go be with Jesus, Uncle Fred, Uncle Clarence, Aunt Frances, Bro. Hock, Grandma and Grandpa...what a smile he had...so peaceful. What a moment I had with my Dad. I was always the baby of the family...felt like Dad treated me still like a five year old. His baby was with him when he died....encouraging him to go, and be with Jesus, that everything here will be fine, that I will take care of Mom, and that I loved him, and that he was the best daddy in the whole world. Daddy died on Monday night, 9:15pm. I love him so....and I will miss him forever.