Thursday, November 25, 2010

The face says it all!

This morning I was reading a blogger friend's entry and it made me think of my dad, as I was searching in the basement for a paper, going through boxes I found this picture of my dad and his older brother. I kept starring at the picture and then it finally darned on me, that face, that look I have seen it on every picture taken of my dad from that date forward. The date on the pictures states February 2005, I know that's  the holidays they started to deal with it. Wow, now that makes me kind of mad even more now, they dealt with it for over a year and a half  by themselves, fully aware of what it was and fully ignoring it, out of fear and well our typical "Aisch" mentality, if we ignore it, it might go away. From that vacation forward my mom fixed my dad up every single day twice a day, cleaning and covering it up with band-aids.   When I was there in the summer of 2006 he had the same face on every single day, kind of sad and dead in his eyes, like no real emotions anymore, the spark in his eyes was lost and as I am looking at this pictures, there is no spark in his eyes there either anymore. The summer of 2006 was kind of a blessing in disguise, because I was really sick the whole time ( over three weeks)  I was staying at my parents place and we didn't really got to do anything like we had planned for our vacation, but for my dad it was good, because he just could take it easy and didn't have to cart us around everywhere.  The whole time it was kind of not talked about what was going on with my dad, I noticed something, little clues and oddities, but like always " nothing was talked about, it was all ignored and pretended it wasn't anything to deal with". When our vacation was over and it was time for us to go back to Canada, and we were saying our good-byes, I begged my father to go see a doctor, with tears in his eyes he gave me a big hug good bye. That was the last time I saw my dad. He passed away nine months later. He did go the doctor that week, got in right away, had surgery and it seemed to be a success but in the end it was all just too much on his system, all the treatments and it had spread to other parts of his body.
I am so glad my dear blogger friend that you are ok. 


jayne@~an eye for threads~ said...

I can only speak for myself here but I totally remember the laughter and big grin on your Dads face when I was trying to understand him, but maybe he was just mimicking my reaction to his really thick accent. Now those are the memories I shall hold on to for the both of us.

Melodie said...

Oh ,I am so sorry your dad's life was cut short.It is good you have nice memories of him.

AJ-OAKS said...

Thank goodness for pictures which bring back memories. Some bring laughter, some tears.
Am going to catch up with what is going on with you.

Sharon said...

Sometimes, the older folks just don't want the kids to be anything but be themselves and don't want them blubbering and hanging.

I knew my Dad was sickly, one day when we were visiting, my BIL took him to the hospital, because he was having trouble breathing. I told him I would see him the next weekend and his last words to me were "I don't think so, Cherie", he had a massive heart attack the following day.

I guess it's a personal thing and they don't want to share. We have to respect that.

John Gray said...

a nice blog entry