Today was the worst Friday the 13th ever. Mom called me early to tell me that she couldn't wake dad up. She called 911, and when I got there he was cold, not breathing & no pulse. The paramedics tried to revive him but to no avail. It almost doesn't seem real. I can't imagine not having my dad right next door anymore. He celebrated his 78th birthday on August 31st and for the most part was doing well. The past few months he was building & rebuilding rc airplanes and having an absolute blast. In fact Mom said that he had been out in the garage with his planes & came to bed at 11:55pm. This picture was taken on Thanksgiving.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear that Lidia! I hope you are feeling better and that everyone is enjoying the fond memories you've shared.
My heart goes out to you, Lydia...it would be my worst day too.
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