So my dad died last week. (Way to rip off the Bandaid, Amy) I know, sorry for that. I wanted it to be out there and now it is. I am not ready to publish details (and I may never be ready – so get over that now) but I will share this much: He had a lung transplant 2 years ago and it rejected.
So here I am sad, without my Daddy and I thought I would share some of the comments/questions I have received, (My thoughts at the time) and my actual response. There really is no right or wrong thing to say and every comment in this post was said with genuine love and concern — that’s why I found them so funny.
Q/C. Do you miss him?
A. (Uhm…wow) Yes, very much.
Q/C. Did He Smoke?
A. (Does it matter?) No.
Q/C. How long will it take to cremate the body?
A. (How long have you been retarded?) I don’t know, a few days.
Q/C. Is there anything I can do?
A. (If you’re Jesus, then yes, yes there is) No, but thank you for your thoughts.
Q/C. He was sick for so long. At least you knew it was coming.
A. Awkward pause…
Q/C. Were you close?
A. (again, does it matter?) Yes, very.
Q/C. Is it too soon to talk about the details?
A. (What? Really?!?!) Yes. It’s a bit “close to the surface” right now.
Q/C. I am here if you need to talk. / You know I understand. / My heart is breaking for you. / Let me handle (Fill in mom or work duty here) this week. / Can your kids come play with mine? / May I bring/buy you dinner/lunch/drinks?
A. (I think I love you! You are officially on my list of favorite people. Godsend!) Thank you.
In addition to being dumfounded by kooks, I was shocked by the sweetness, graciousness, beautiful words and speedy actions of so many of my friends. You are the reason I am able to giggle and roll my eyes at the crazy comments some people make. I can’t wait to see what you all have to say (or experiences you have had in this arena).