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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by blowtorch, Oct 1, 2020.
My condolences and positive thoughts
Wishing you and your family peace and comfort .
sorry to see this.
i bought my co-worker Viking Blod for a christmas gift. He, like yourself, is from that pagan stock.
I'm so sorry. The end can be difficult and perplexing. His struggle is over. Be sure to take good care of yourself and family over the next few days.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
I feel for you BT. It doesn’t get better but it does get less painful.
I’m really sorry for your loss. My dad was in and out of VA before he died. I don’t know if he heard me talking but I told him everything I ever wanted to say. He was unresponsive at the end. We always got along. We were picking and fishing buddies. I hope you have a lot of good memories. I do.
Oh man... I cannot express how sorry I am to hear this my friend. Wow. Prayers for your family this evening.
Sorry to hear about your loss blowtorch. I'm glad you were able to see and talk to him yesterday.
Words fail me, BT. Swing low, sweet chariot.
I'm sorry man. That's terrible, but he's not gone, and I do mean that humbly.
My condolences. You'll see him again someday, BT.
2021 can't come soon enough. @blowtorch, you're certainly having a rough time of things lately. Nothing I can say will make it any better, but at least take comfort that none of the crap is your fault. For no reason at all you've hit the inverse lottery hard this year. Take care of yourself and your family.
And for what its worth, I admire anyone who can wear out a bookcase! Its a good problem to have.
Peace and good wishes to you.
No more suffering.
He made it to a week and a half past his 88th.
Maybe three weeks ago he was digging a deep trench through hard packed gravel, for wiring to an outbuilding.
He stayed physically fit and active and healthy while he'd watched his friends turn into crippled up old men.
Over 20 years ago we went on a bird hunting trip up north, in which we had to negotiate through very thick brush and rough terrain. He outpaced me and left me out of breath, then (I was around 30 and he was around 70).
When he turned ill, he did not tarry long.
He passed yesterday in my mother's, his wife's arms. She was cradling his head and softly singing hymns to him, while he took his last breath.
The VA did a very nice and dignified thing, it's what they call the "final salute". They draped him in an American Flag, and slowly wheeled him out, while taps played. We followed him down the hallway in procession, my mother and my sister and my two sons and my son's wife, who, my older son and his wife had earlier in September had their son, who was named after my father, born as their sleeping angel. The staff stood at attention along the hallway. It was deeply meaningful to my mother.
He did not suffer for long.
He has Victory now. Hallelujah.
I am praying for you and your family right now.
Thank you, it's much appreciated
So sorry to hear about your dad. Thinking of you.