
“Those who are dead are not dead, they are just living in my head” – Coldplay
So I am sitting in divorce class on a Saturday in late September. My kids are with my sister Celeste while I am there. The night before my Mom had told me my Dad wasn’t doing very well and I needed to come see him in the next week. I knew what that meant and was dreading the moment. During my first break I turned on my phone and got a text from Celeste saying my Dad wasn’t doing really well and that she was headed to see him and I should do the same after class was over. I left my phone on but shut off the ringer. About 10 minutes into class I looked at my phone and saw I had a few missed calls and text messages. I knew what it was but was afraid to check the messages. The first I saw was from my Sister Abbie, she said something to the effect of if you want to see Dad before he passes away, you need to leave now and get her ASAP. I bolted from class and sprinted to the parking lot. I called Celeste on my way, she was about 5 minutes ahead of me, we were the only ones not at my Moms house. I asked to talk to Alex, I explained that Grandpa Neal was going to pass away and that I wanted her to go in the back bedroom with the other kids. She asked me if she could say something to Grandpa Neal, I asked what she wanted to say and she told me she couldn’t tell me, it was something only for her Grandpa. I told her we would see when we got to the house. When I arrived my Dad was propped up and was told he was being kept alive so that Celeste and I could say our goodbyes. I have to say from this point on things are somewhat of a blur. This is how I remember things, I could be incorrect at time frames, people, etc., but this is how I remember it. I found Alex in the back bedroom, I was concerned about how she was handling everything. She seemed fine, the first thing she asked me is when she got to tell Grandpa Neal what she wanted to say. I walked her into the living room where my Dad was sitting in his favorite chair. Alex hopped up onto his lap and gave him a big hug. She whispered in his ear, “I love you Grandpa, and you are the best Grandpa”. My Dad made a noise (he couldnt speak) and in my mind I think he could comprehend what was said. Alex went back to the back bedroom and seemed relieved she got to say what she wanted to say. Riley wanted to follow her big sister and she came in and gave Grandpa a big hug too. She told Grandpa Neal that she loved him. I took my turn and gave my Dad a hug. I let my Dad know I loved him and how much I would miss him. At this point we were waiting for my Uncle Mike to show up. They said the call had gone in to him about 45 minutes ago and they thought he should arrive any time. He showed up with my Dads Dad. My Grandpa has dementia and wasnt told what was happening to my Dad. When he came in the room he told my Dad to wake up and went to shake him. It broke the tension a bit, and although sad, it was funny in a Nickel sort of way. I remember at somepoint my Dad starting to chuckle and his eyes opened up like he was looking at something in the distance. I dont recall the timing but it happened shortly before his head was laid back. After a few minutes he stopped breathing. My Dad was no longer in pain and looked at peace.
I share this story for my kids. I know some may think I should not of allowed my girls to see their Grandpa in that state. At the time I was unsure myself. After giving it some thought and I am glad the girls got to say goodbye, especially Alex. She loved her Grandpa and has good memories of playing with him. When I ask what her favorite memory is, she says it is Grandpa’s laugh. For those that knew my Dad he had a very distinct laugh, and he laughed often.
Tomorrow is My Dads Birthday. I have to admit, I didn’t think his birthday would bring up so many feelings and memories. I felt I had been dealing with everything really well. But I am really sad and really miss him. He was an incredible Dad, and I considered him my best friend as a child.
When I mentioned to Alex it was his birthday she told me we should celebrate it by going to Wienershnitzel and having a kraut dog for him (it was his favorite place). I think tomorrow I will do just that, and wash it down with a Big Gulp in Neal Nickel fashion.