On February 9, 2009 my wife and I and my oldest son lost our youngest son and brother. Our son left behind 2 daughters and a 38 foot mobile home. In 2001 our son had a injury at work, he was lifting a jack hammer that had gotten stuck. He thought he had hurt his back. He took the next day off and laid on the sofa trying to deal with the pain. He went to work the next and was put on light duty and was floating some concrete. He collapsed, his partner called the EMT and he was taken to the local ER in. The doctor found a problem she could not handle and had the boy air lifted to Ashville NC St. Joseph Hospital, he was admitted to the cardiac unit. He had a tear in his descending aorta. For two weeks we didn't know if he would live or die. We sat with him and held his hand and prayed for him and his children. He pulled through. But he was not able to back to work. He would be a blood pressure meds the rest of his life. The doctor told him if he took his meds and stayed sober he could live a long life. Well he didn't stay sober and when he ran out of meds he waited until he had money to buy his meds. he had been out of meds to 2 weeks prior to his death, and the tear had reopened and he waited to long to call the EMT and he died on the operating table at just after midnight. He had called earlier in the evening and I had talked to him for about 45 minutes. We talked about guns, his girls, his attending NA & AA meeting ,just stuff in general. the last thing I said to him before I hung up was what I said to him and his brother every day I talked to them was "I love you son". We had a simple gathering of his AA/NA family just to said a final farewell.
I do understand that funerals are for the living and a chance for the living to say a final goodbye. But for me to add to the problems of planning a funeral is something I would not want to put on my wife or son. I tell my wife several times a day I love her. I tell my son every time I talk to him that I love him and proud of him, and I tell my grand daughters I love them. That is all I am able to give them and what they need to know about me; I loved them and have done every thing in my power to take care of them and protect them. A funeral is a place where people stand around and think how lucky there are still alive.
A few years ago I was in a tough spot. I told God I had had enough of the daily stuff I was dealing with. I had a dream ; In the dream I felt this heavy weight pressing on me. I knew I was dying, the weight just got heavier and heavier and I was getting closer and closer to death. I then remember saying God I am not ready to go yet. I have more strength then I thought. The next night I had a second dream, God was telling me I needed to stop joking around and be more serious about my work and in dealing with my clients. I ask if he was serious, and if so I would stop clowning around. God said Norm I am just messing with you, lighten up life is short, laugh.
If my wife decides to have a funeral and a wake I hope there is 60 & 70 rock and roll, and lots of jokes told. But I would still like to go with very little fan fare. If my life has to be summed up in a few words. Let it be, I love my family, and I did the best I could.
This thread was longer then I had expected. OH I saw death up close in 1968 at Camly airfield Dalat RVN. February 3,