“I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.” – Woody Allen
In part one of this series I shared about my father’s death. The denial I had because I didn’t want to face the truth. As it has been said, in one way or another, the truth hurts, but the truth will set you free.
If you recall, my wife, kids, and I moved to Idaho. Being away physically from my dad and his aging and declining health allowed me to be away mentally as well. Not to mention emotionally and spiritually. I was able to strengthen my denial. Because I didn’t see him aging, I didn’t have to believe it. Or have to even think about it for that matter; out of sight out of mind, just like a child who covers his eye and believes…I can’t see you so you can’t see me. Oh, how wonderful that would be, wouldn’t it. But, again, just because I deny it, doesn’t mean it isn’t so.
As you can imagine, at some point I had to get real. I had to face the fact that my dad was not well. The process began the weekend before Thanksgiving (2018). My parents and oldest sister were coming out for the holiday. My dad called me the weekend before to let me know he couldn’t make it. He told me that he was sick.
I immediately felt angry, although I didn’t express that. I was pissed. I thought he was just scared. The reality was, he really was sick. The next weekend he ended up the hospital, then a nursing home, then back to the hospital.
Christmas had quickly come and gone. I was here. They were there. And still, it isn’t that bad, I thought. Of course, I kept in touch with my mom for updates. And, of course I didn’t call enough. Why? Because the more I know the less I could deny.
My wife was urging me to book my visit to see him. I kept putting it off, but booked it for a few weeks out. The time leading up to my departure was torture. Fear and anxiety consumed me. I shut it down, stuffed it down, like a good denier.
Then, all my fears were settled when my mom shared some encouraging news…Ahhh, now I could just relax and actually look forward to the trip…
Until…
My mom called a few days later and the said I should change my flight and come sooner! What the heck? Why? He’s fine right? He’s going be ok right? I mean the doctor said he’s getting better. He even provided a potential release date.
To avoid rambling for too long, instead of ignoring the suggestion and saying I couldn’t afford to change my flight, I just did it. And there was no more denial. The truth was the truth. Reality was reality. The facts were the facts. Nothing changes that but my own perception and mental manipulation. I can tell myself whatever I want, but again, it doesn’t make it so.
So, I accepted the fact that my dad cannot and will not live forever. I accepted the reality of his condition and I was able to hold his has hand and kiss his forehead. Stroke his hair, and share what need to be shared. To be clear in heart, mind, and soul and have nothing left unsaid or asked. I was able to simply be there with my sisters and my mom In joy and sorrow but present with no regrets and be the son he raised me to be and hold his hand as he transitioned from here to there.
The truth did hurt…
But it set us free…
Talk Soon,
Kevin W @LEAP272
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