date: Dec. 10, 2008
subject: This is VERY long. You may want to print it before you read it . . .
date: Dec. 10, 2008
subject: This is VERY long. You may want to print it before you read it . . .
date: Dec. 7, 2008
subject: The “end” is near . . .
Dear wonderful Girlfriends,
Dad’s course really took a turn on Thursday . . . he has begun his journey and the “end” is near. Jan, Hannah and I (the three sisters) are here in the room (Jan brought her computer, turned it on and found that there is Wi-Fi here) and we’re staying the night together.
Earlier, the entire family (the four kids; my husband, Tony; Dwight, Hannah’s husband; Mom and Dad’s best friend, Reese) gathered around Dad and sang songs, read Psalms 121 (Dad’s favorite) and #130. We then each shared many, many good memories. It was truly beautiful.
Then we sat down to a dinner of salad and hamburgers that Dayton brought (we hadn’t had a “real” meal all day and everyone was ravenous). We obviously don’t know when Dad will go . . . but we feel it’ll be when things quiet down. Mom said very comforting words to Dad including, “I know you’re tired Clyde. It’s okay to go . . . we’re all fine, you don’t need to worry about us.”
Yes, of course I’ll miss my Dad; but at this moment, I can’t help but feel so very thankful for the good, long life he’s had. He has obviously touched so MANY people. What a gift my siblings and I have had to have him as a father. I will carry him in my heart forever . . . when he was ill and I was still at home, I carried him perched on a pedestal in my heart as I went for bike rides . . . now I feel like he’ll have a permanent place there.
Love to you all and mahalo for your many, many wonderful and caring emails.
Susan
p.s. There’s one story I didn’t share . . . our last “picnic” with Dad.
Tony was driving Dad and Mom from the Patricial Neal Rehab center in downtown Knoxville to St. Mary’s hospice facility in the north part of town. Jan and I were in Dad’s Subaru Baja truck. Jan had asked Dad if he wanted to stop at a drive-through for lunch. “No, “ he adamantly replied, “I want to go straight there.” But after we passed a Wendy’s, Jan’s cell phone rang. “Dad wants to stop for lunch,” Mom said. We all turned around and pulled into a Wendy’s.
We parked side-by-side and went inside to order lunch. It was a beautifully clear day (amazing how that has happened on the days when Dad’s been in transit . . . it’s been so cold and rainy on all the other days). Tony, Jan and I piled into the back of Mom’s Toyota Avalon. Mom sat in the driver’s seat and Dad in the front passenger seat.
First Dad devoured (and I mean devoured) his chili. “Yum, this is good!” he said. Then he devoured his burger. Again, “Yum!” Next followed the frosty and a milk. At one point I said in my typical optimistic way, “This is fun!” Dad burst out laughing. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel him thinking, “You always have so much fun Susan doing the simplest things.”
That was our last picnic with Dad. What a gift!
That was on Wednesday the 3rd. Later that same afternoon he said he was tired. He’s been sleeping ever since. The two booklets that Hospice has on hand have been incredibly helpful in describing the journey he’s currently on. And reading them, we realized that he had begun the journey several weeks earlier. I think my Dad in his ever tenacious way had been giving every moment ALL of his energy. Once he arrived here he could feel (I think) this special place’s spirituality and that he had arrived at a safe haven. What a gift we have been given. May this and all hospice facilities continue to be blessed for the wonderful care and compassion they provide so many people.
Love to you all
date: December 5, 2008
date: Nov 29, 2008 at 9:16 PM
Sigh. Yes, there was not a dry eye in the house.
date: Mon, Nov 25, 2008 at 9:16 PM
date: Mon, Nov 17, 2008 at 9:16 PM
Sent: 11/6/08 @ 10:15 a.m.
Subject: howdy
Hi Girlfriends.
I’ll miss you all this week at bookclub (enjoying the book A., “What is the What”).
FYI, I just booked a flight to Tennessee and am leaving Sat. night.The docs now say that Dad has cancer in his pancreas (in addition to what they originally found in his spinal column . . . which was found because of the shingles).He’s been on radiation since the 1st, so it’s helping him be able to move from his bed to the wheelchair . . . and he even took a few spins around the nurses station in his chair (on his own).
His attitude is good, but I want to go back and help out (I was there 10/14-21 already).
So, I’m writing because I love knowing that my many wonderful girlfriends are holding my family in their hearts and prayers.Tony will be joining me in Tenn. on the 20th of November. Until then he has his hands full doing all our video da kine . . . . (we also have a few house guests who were momentarily homeless . . . they should be taking care of Rocket Girl until we return on the 11th of December).
aloha,
Susan
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Also sent the following to my cousin in Brooklyn:
Right now he’s responding to the radiation. He’s got a good attitude. H.’s dealing with the hard red-tape of setting up another place for him after he leaves the hospital (probably on the 11th of Nov.).
WE’RE NOT LETTING DAD KNOW ABOUT THE RED TAPE. NO NEED TO STRESS HIM OUT AND CAUSE HIM TO FEEL GUILTY . . .
So, I’m writing to you just to keep you in the loop.Best to you and C.
P.S. Dad L O V E D his pet calf. Knoxville, Tennessee 1920s. The depression was ever present. Food was scarce. But for my Dad, this calf brought hope of milk . . . and love. ;-)
When I look at my calendar notes from a year ago today, here’s what I see:
– S. French lesson
– mailed DVD to D. @ Grand Hyatt
– S. trimmed mock orange hedge, listened to Les Miz.
– T. finished poster for E., printed @ UH Kinko’s (M. agreed to delivery . . . )
– T. to Ycamp, windsurfed and got T’s camera
– T. rehearsal in Lihue, came home with idea for Sunday
– S. watched French movie with RG
It must have been a day off because there’s no “S. office work” or “shoot @ . . .”.And when I thumb ahead I see that there are no more entries like “S. French lesson” until late in the spring of the following year.And you can see that on 9/24/08 I did several things relating to French studies—the lesson, listening to the story of Les Miserable (en francais for kids) and watching a movie with Rocket Girl.For those of you who know me, yes, I did get to go to France four months later to study French, but I didn’t crack a book once between the 24th of September and then.Why?Our life was about to change though we didn’t know it at the time.
Looking at the calendar notes, I see that M. at Kinko’s agreed to deliver a poster. This was a big deal because Tony had been working hard on a surprise poster for a friend with cancer.He and his wife were in Honolulu where he was being treated with radiation.Tony had photographed the important people in E.’s life and made a fabulous poster—a collage of all these happy, smiling familiar faces.We wanted to bring some sunshine into his life, surprise him, and remind him that he wasn’t alone and that we were all thinking of him.Long story short, it was going to be too late to get the poster to him before they left Honolulu because of all kinds of boring, real-world things.So I called back.
“It’s really important that it gets delivered because . . .”“Okay,” she said, “Someone can simply drive it over to their hotel.”
Sigh.We were so glad to know that they were going to get it.We imagined their happy faces and felt glad to be able to do a little bitty something to make their lives better—for the moment.
Little did I know that this was the last week that my 87 year old Dad would ever play tennis.
An 87 year old man playing tennis, you ask? Yes, my Dad was an amazing athlete.He’d been playing tennis since he was a kid in Knoxville, Tennessee during the depression.He and some life-long friends made a court in the dirt.Little did they realize how much that one simple act would affect the rest of their lives. Earlier in September 2008 Dad had won a three hour match at a national tennis tournament. Yes, a 3 hour match!And he and mom had driven to the tournament in their 35’ motor home.
So, fast-forward to Sunday, September 28, 2008.Dad had trouble putting his shoes on for church that morning.
Refusing to be discouraged by his heavy feet, he met friends at the court the following day for their weekly match.The heaviness continued and by Friday the 3rd of October, he couldn’t walk.
Later, I wrote some letters to girlfriends about what was going on.