Blog - September 13th, 2009 - 1 Comment
September 13th 18 years ago ..
It was Friday, September 13th 18 years ago when my dad went to take the trash and never came back.
He wasn’t feeling well last several weeks, having stomach aches .. He lost a lot of weight rapidly.. We were getting ready to immigrate to United States. He didn’t want to share his thoughts and feeling with the people that loved his and cared about him – his family.
That day was the last day of his life, and he was only 55. Trapped emotions did a lot of damage.
He had a massive heart attack. The emergency car came 45 minutes after 911 call was placed .. It was Friday, the 13th.
Today is another September 13th.
Cancer is not the only one disease that took the people I loved the most
I agree with you. I had an uncle who had one of his legs cut off as a result of an accident. That didn’t dampen his spirits though. He stayed with us and did his part around the house. He cooked when he knew my parents would be busy and even played chess with me. Sadly he died due to a kidney problem.
While his death may not have been due to cancer, it has made me realize just how precious life is.