Guest guest Posted May 13, 2006 Report Share Posted May 13, 2006 Hi folks As Sally told you 2 weeks ago my dad (66) has passed away. I thought I'd scribble some stuff to you all but don't worry, it's not likely to be a sad and horrible thing. In truth I'm not so upset about his death. He has cheated LBD out of a cruel and horrible death. I'm remarkably calm about that. OK, I'm a bit tearful at times but let's face it, life wasn't going to get better for him. Indeed it would probably have got significantly worse. The fact that he died earlier rather than later is not so bad. A bit of history for those who don't know me. (I was quite active on the site a couple of years ago and more recently was involved in a failed attempt to get an LBD charity going over here. But I guess many of you won't know me...) I live in Kent, England. Mum and dad are in Yorkshire about 250 miles away. Mum (65) was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis many years ago. She is now in a nursing home unable to move or communicate. There is some debate about how aware she is but I'm pretty convinced she knows what is going on around her. I don't think she remembers it for long though. As mum got really bad about 4 years ago dad was diagnosed with LBD. We'd all thought he was warn out looking after mum and so missed the early signs. It really became evident when he came down here just after taking the first PD drugs and started seeing people who weren't there... Freaked my missus out a bit! He still lived at home until about 6 months ago when they took him into hospital to tweak his meds a bit. They weren't happy to let him home again because he physically couldn't cope. We always kept the visions to a minimum at the expense of his physical abilities. Well it's pointless being able to do an army assault course if you are barking mad... About a month before he died we got him a place in the home with mum. The move didn't do him any favours to be honest but we were hopeful that he'd settle down and recover a bit. Then a couple of weeks ago he picked up a chest infection. They hit him with antibiotics which, by the Thursday, were helping but sadly they weren't able to get his normal meds down him and on the Friday he suddenly went down hill. He died at 5am on the 29th of April. My sister got in the car and was with him when he died. I got in the car and got a migraine so that was me stuffed. I set off at 5 when Joanne called to say he'd died. The funeral was OK. Almost good if that's possible. It was the sort of thing that he would have approved of. Close family followed the hearse 15 miles to the crematorium in the next town. We trundled through the North Yorkshire countryside at 40 miles per hour. A beautiful sunny spring day with the sweet smell and yellow flowers of the oil seed rape crops at the road side. Dad would have liked that. He was a farmer when he was young and loved the countryside. He was never a fast driver so he'd have been amused by the HUGE queue of traffic stuck behind us too! After a short service a few of us belted down the motorway to have a short service in the nursing home for mum. We left her brother to be with her afterwards and the rest of us trundled back to the old Methodist church in town where dad worshipped. We had a remembrance service there with about 80 or so people. One of dads lifelong friends went into the Methodist church and has slowly made his way up through the ranks. He came and took part of the service which was lovely. He did part of my sisters wedding service too. He's fast becoming our families private Reverend! We collected £250 which will go to the Parkinson's people. As much as dad had LBD he always thought of himself as having PD. And since there isn't an LBD charity over here yet there wasn't much choice. One of the saddest parts for me was a chap called Colin. Dad worked with Colin a few years ago and he was a bit older than dad. He was a retired police driving instructor and a really nice happy sort of chap. He taught me to drive but any failings with that are entirely my fault! He was a police man of the traditional English mold. A big well built chap. Bobby on the beat, clip round the ear and don't do it again sort of chap.... Dad and Colin worked with mentally handicapped who are a truly lovely bunch of people. Unusually one of them started to be aggressive and the police man in Colin came out and he dropped this chap to the floor and sat on him until he calmed down. Then they helped each up and went off laughing. Anyway Joanne and I wondered for a week how to find him or even if he would still be alive. Eventually we failed but his wife spotted the announcement in the news paper and he turned up at the service. I spotted him, much thinner and smaller than I remembered him, beaming at me. I went over and it was instantly obvious that all was not well with him. I found out afterwards that he has Alzheimer's. Very sad indeed. Dad's final resting place will be in a place called Thorganby, just south of York. It's a small village where he grew up. My Nana and Grandad are buried in a wonderful church yard there. That's where dad's ashes will be buried. I don't remember Grandad much but I remember Nana and she was a lovely old lady. The sort of grand parent who treated you to sweeties that she kept out of reach on top of the grandfather clock. It's a fitting place for both dad and eventually mum to go. To be with people who were kind and full of love. The Grandfather clock will come and live with me at my house very soon. And I might even put a tin with sweeties on the top for when my friends children come round. . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 13, 2006 Report Share Posted May 13, 2006 , So sorry to hear your about your loss but feel the way you do , no more suffering and that he's in a better place . May God Bless you and your family .....Eileen Ontario.Canada -- Dad died Hi folks As Sally told you 2 weeks ago my dad (66) has passed away. I thought I'd scribble some stuff to you all but don't worry, it's not likely to be a sad and horrible thing. In truth I'm not so upset about his death. He has cheated LBD out of a cruel and horrible death. I'm remarkably calm about that. OK, I'm a bit tearful at times but let's face it, life wasn't going to get better for him. Indeed it would probably have got significantly worse. The fact that he died earlier rather than later is not so bad. A bit of history for those who don't know me. (I was quite active on the site a couple of years ago and more recently was involved in a failed attempt to get an LBD charity going over here. But I guess many of you won't know me...) I live in Kent, England. Mum and dad are in Yorkshire about 250 miles away. Mum (65) was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis many years ago. She is now in a nursing home unable to move or communicate. There is some debate about how aware she is but I'm pretty convinced she knows what is going on around her. I don't think she remembers it for long though. As mum got really bad about 4 years ago dad was diagnosed with LBD. We'd all thought he was warn out looking after mum and so missed the early signs. It really became evident when he came down here just after taking the first PD drugs and started seeing people who weren't there... Freaked my missus out a bit! He still lived at home until about 6 months ago when they took him into hospital to tweak his meds a bit. They weren't happy to let him home again because he physically couldn't cope. We always kept the visions to a minimum at the expense of his physical abilities. Well it's pointless being able to do an army assault course if you are barking mad... About a month before he died we got him a place in the home with mum. The move didn't do him any favours to be honest but we were hopeful that he'd settle down and recover a bit. Then a couple of weeks ago he picked up a chest infection. They hit him with antibiotics which, by the Thursday, were helping but sadly they weren't able to get his normal meds down him and on the Friday he suddenly went down hill. He died at 5am on the 29th of April. My sister got in the car and was with him when he died. I got in the car and got a migraine so that was me stuffed. I set off at 5 when Joanne called to say he'd died. The funeral was OK. Almost good if that's possible. It was the sort of thing that he would have approved of. Close family followed the hearse 15 miles to the crematorium in the next town. We trundled through the North Yorkshire countryside at 40 miles per hour. A beautiful sunny spring day with the sweet smell and yellow flowers of the oil seed rape crops at the road side. Dad would have liked that. He was a farmer when he was young and loved the countryside. He was never a fast driver so he'd have been amused by the HUGE queue of traffic stuck behind us too! After a short service a few of us belted down the motorway to have a short service in the nursing home for mum. We left her brother to be with her afterwards and the rest of us trundled back to the old Methodist church in town where dad worshipped. We had a remembrance service there with about 80 or so people. One of dads lifelong friends went into the Methodist church and has slowly made his way up through the ranks. He came and took part of the service which was lovely. He did part of my sisters wedding service too. He's fast becoming our families private Reverend! We collected £250 which will go to the Parkinson's people. As much as dad had LBD he always thought of himself as having PD. And since there isn't an LBD charity over here yet there wasn't much choice. One of the saddest parts for me was a chap called Colin. Dad worked with Colin a few years ago and he was a bit older than dad. He was a retired police driving instructor and a really nice happy sort of chap. He taught me to drive but any failings with that are entirely my fault! He was a police man of the traditional English mold. A big well built chap. Bobby on the beat, clip round the ear and don't do it again sort of chap.... Dad and Colin worked with mentally handicapped who are a truly lovely bunch of people. Unusually one of them started to be aggressive and the police man in Colin came out and he dropped this chap to the floor and sat on him until he calmed down. Then they helped each up and went off laughing. Anyway Joanne and I wondered for a week how to find him or even if he would still be alive. Eventually we failed but his wife spotted the announcement in the news paper and he turned up at the service. I spotted him, much thinner and smaller than I remembered him, beaming at me. I went over and it was instantly obvious that all was not well with him. I found out afterwards that he has Alzheimer's. Very sad indeed. Dad's final resting place will be in a place called Thorganby, just south of York. It's a small village where he grew up. My Nana and Grandad are buried in a wonderful church yard there. That's where dad's ashes will be buried. I don't remember Grandad much but I remember Nana and she was a lovely old lady. The sort of grand parent who treated you to sweeties that she kept out of reach on top of the grandfather clock. It's a fitting place for both dad and eventually mum to go. To be with people who were kind and full of love. The Grandfather clock will come and live with me at my house very soon. And I might even put a tin with sweeties on the top for when my friends children come round. . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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