Immortality – A Resurgance

We look at members of our family as being immortal. We hear of something on the news or from someone else or read it in the paper, and our first reaction is usually “thankfully that won’t happen to me”. Even when something happens to extended family, it’s not the same as immediate family. If your aunt or your uncle is diagnosed with a terminal illness, then we feel for them, but we thank whoever that it isn’t our immediate family.

What happens then when it IS our immediate family. When you are told that your father has a disease that kills. Then he trials a drug and is cured. But in the meantime you are watching the weight fall from him as he vomits every night. When the tiniest drop of blood can harm you. But then he is cured and it reaffirms the notion that your family is immortal.

Then your mother becomes ill. Told there is a brain tumour. The thoughts that run through your head are too fast. They operate though and remove it. Once again, your family is immortal. Then she has something wrong with her stomach. If she doesn’t get it sorted, she’ll die. Another operation later and once again, your family is immortal.

Your sister contracts Tuberculosis (TB) and is locked in a room in hospital. They tell you that she has only one working lung and that is not 100% efficient. But she survives. Your family is immortal. Your mother has a stroke. Puts her in hospital for months. She has to learn how to use the muscles on the side of her face again. But she survives. Your family is immortal. Arthritis spreads through her body, getting to every joint and some not joints. But she remains happy because your family is immortal.

Then your father, again, parts of him start to fail. His knees, his back. He has to have operations to fix it. Which he does. Everything is good. Yes, he will have to have other operations, but that’s not a problem. After all, your family is immortal.

And then it happens. That moment that knocks you off of your feet. Has you crying in a corner because your family is supposed to be immortal. These things aren’t supposed to happen to you. They happen to other people. Not you. YOUR. FAMILY. IS. IMMORTAL!!! The doctor’s have to be wrong. They have to be. They’ve misdiagnosed. It’s not cancer. Not your mother. It’s not allowed to be. When they say it’s inoperable, they don’t know that. There’s got to be something. Your family is immortal. It turns out that they were wrong, and it was a shadow. They mistook it for something else. Once again, your family is immortal.

Your father has a heart attack, but it’s okay. He’s in hospital at the time, which proves that your family is immortal. But they find something else. But that’s okay, they deal with it. Because your family is immortal. He has to have a bypass operation, and you are happy with that because it means he truly is immortal.

But then …

Immortality fails. And there is no coming back from it. You get a call from your sister at 6.40 in the morning saying “he’s gone”. You realise immortality is not real. Immortality is what you see when you don’t want to see. Immortality is a hope you have so you don’t think about the alternative. Immortality is your hope that your family will be there forever. But they won’t. Nobody is immortal. Not in the physical sense.

They are immortal in your heart. They will live forever with you in your thoughts, and your actions. So once again, your family is immortal.

Dad
November 6th 1939 – November 22nd 2019

Throwback Thursday: Immortality

I have been thinking about this post a lot lately. it has been just over two years since I posted it, and my parents celebrated their Golden Anniversary which I was so scared of them not being able to.

After I originally posted this, I prayed and prayed and prayed. I asked for a miracle, and I got one. My mother was misdiagnosed. She did not have cancer, terminal or otherwise.

This was posted Sunday December 2nd 2012

TBT

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We look at members of our family as being immortal. We hear of something on the news or from someone else or read it in the paper, and our first reaction is usually “thankfully that won’t happen to me”. Even when something happens to extended family, it’s not the same as immediate family. If your aunt or your uncle is diagnosed with a terminal illness, then we feel for them, but we thank whoever that it isn’t our immediate family.

What happens then when it IS our immediate family. When you are told that your father has a disease that kills. Then he trials a drug and is cured. But in the meantime you are watching the weight fall from him as he vomits every night. When the tiniest drop of blood can harm you. But then he is cured and it reaffirms the notion that your family is immortal.

Then your mother becomes ill. Told there is a brain tumour. The thoughts that run through your head are too fast. They operate though and remove it. Once again, your family is immortal. Then she has something wrong with her stomach. If she doesn’t get it sorted, she’ll die. Another operation later and once again, your family is immortal.

Your sister contracts Tuberculosis (TB) and is locked in a room in hospital. They tell you that she has only one working lung and that is not 100% efficient. But she survives. Your family is immortal. Your mother has a stroke. Puts her in hospital for months. She has to learn how to use the muscles on the side of her face again. But she survives. Your family is immortal. Arthritis spreads through her body, getting to every joint and some not joints. But she remains happy because your family is immortal.

Then your father, again, parts of him start to fail. His knees, his back. He has to have operations to fix it. Which he does. Everything is good. Yes, he will have to have other operations, but that’s not a problem. After all, your family is immortal.

And then it happens. That moment that knocks you off of your feet. Has you crying in a corner because your family is supposed to be immortal. These things aren’t supposed to happen to you. They happen to other people. Not you. YOUR. FAMILY. IS. IMMORTAL!!! The doctor’s have to be wrong. They have to be. They’ve misdiagnosed. It’s not cancer. Not your mother. It’s not allowed to be. When they say it’s inoperable, they don’t know that. There’s got to be something. Your family is immortal.

But the specialists are meeting, so there’s a possibility – a small possibility – that your family is still immortal.

Fifty Years – Half a Century

My mother was born October 24th 1943, and my father was born November 6th 1939. Both from opposite ends of the kingdom. My mother was born in Warwickshire, England, and my father was born in Glasgow, Scotland.

They met in 1962, after my uncle introduced them to each. My mother apparently said “I’m going to marry him” after my father walked away. And they did.

They married in Rugby, in Warwickshire on December 5th 1964. Today they celebrate their Golden Wedding Anniversary. There has been a lot that should have seen both of them dead, but they fought through. We are a family of fighters. We don’t give up.

Hepatitis B
Stroke
Brain Tumour
Ulcerative Colitis
Mugging

Through all of that they stayed together. In sickness and in health.

Congratulations mum and dad. Happy Golden Wedding Anniversary

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Happy Father’s Day

Whether you are a married father, a single father or a single mother, I want to wish each of you a Happy Father’s Day. If you are a single mother, then that means you are father as well as mother, so happy father’s day to you.

If you are a married father, then I hope that your significant other makes your day extra special. If you are a two father marriage, then I hope that both of you have a great day, and if you are a two mother marriage, then you will both have to be father as well.

My daughter dislikes cooking. Ever since she scarred her arm on the oven, she is worried about going near it. This morning though, she woke me up with breakfast in bed which consisted of a hot cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich. She even gave me a hand made card. On the inside it says:

Dear daddy

Words can’t describe how much
you mean to me. I don’t know
what I would do without you. You
have always been there even when
I put you through hell. I don’t
mean to be a b***ch and I’m sorry for
every time I up set you. Dad you
deserve the best, you really are my
hero. I hope you can forgive me for
all the bad things I’ve done,
there’s a lot of times some parents
would have just given up (something 
private here) but you didn’t and I am so
thankful for that. Dad long story
short you’re the best dad anyone
could have and I’m lucky to call you
mine

Happy Father’s Day!
Dad’s

Lots of love
Farrah

Love you dad.

Fathers Day