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My dad passed away in October of 2010. He was 72 years old. He had Huntington’s Disease for the past 20 years. His brother and two sister’s also have this disease. My dad died at home. Even though I knew that he would die from this disease, I wasn’t expecting him to die on a day that he was having a great day. Huntington’s Disease patient’s usual die from pneumonia or some infection that they can’t fight off. I almost lost my dad three times while he’s had this disease. On the day he died, he woke up and his caretaker gave him a nice bath and washed his hair. My dad ate a huge breakfast and lunch. My dad was sitting in his recliner admiring the beautiful Autumn day. He saw the deers in his back yard. He was watching tv. At 3:30 p.m, his caretaker was feeding my dad one of his favorite snacks. My mom came out of her bedroom, after a day of writing out checks to pay bills. She went over to my dad to see how he was doing. My mom hugged my dad, gave him a kiss, and told him that she loved him. At 3:38 p.m, my dad looked at my mom, closed his eyes, and died. My mom and caretaker couldn’t believe how fast my dad died. My mom is a nurse and she said that in all the years that she was in nursing, she has never seen anyone die as fast as my dad did. I remember my mom calling me and telling me that my dad died. I couldn’t believe it. My dad was having a great day. My husband and I rushed over to my parent’s house where I saw my mom hugging my dad who was still sitting in his recliner. My dad was dead. A shock went through my body just seeing my dad dead. I went over to my dad trying to wake him up, but we wouldn’t wake up. I couldn’t believe that the best dad in the world had left this world. His life was over. As I sat in disbelief, I could feel God standing over my dad. It was as though I could feel my dad’s soul go to Heaven. I was shaking from the power that I felt. My brother also felt that same feeling. It was something that I can’t describe. A few days after my dad’s
Wake and Funeral, I got a message from my dad. He told me that he was fine and that he was happy. He said to me, “Wait until you get up here, it’s amazing.” I also had a dream that my dad was back to his old self. He smiled at me with open arms. I went to him and was crying. He hugged me and told me that everything was going to be fine. It was great hearing my dad’s voice and seeing my dad back to his old self, again. My dad and I were the best of friends. My dad was my hero, my strength, my rock. I could count on my dad for everything. I’m having a bad time with my dad’s death. I still can’t believe he’s gone. It feels like a nightmare that I am going to wake up from. I would give anything to have my dad back, but to have my dad back would mean he would have to suffer with this disease he had. I’m not that selfish. My dad had made it known, on several occasions, that he wanted to be with Jesus and be done with this suffering. On October 11, 2010, God granted my dad his wish. He took my dad by the hand and led him home. I love you dad. I will miss you more than words can ever say.




 

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