Dad

In the early hours of this morning i sat by my fathers hospital bed, i held his hand and said goodbye. At 04:32am on this morning of the 19th December 2008, he passed over to the other side, and i lost not only my father and my mentor, but i lost my best friend. Someone i could talk to about anything and looked forward to doing so. It seems weird to be writing about it so early after it has happened, but im sitting here in the hospital, waiting for other members of the family to arrive so we can arrange what will happen from here.

It was last night at around 10pm that he was suffering badly, he called me to his side and told me that he felt like it was time to give up, i begged him not to, i begged him to try and hold on, but he said that there was just too much pain. After he spoke his part, i could understand that he knew what was best, and from that moment on, i knew that these would be my final moments with him. He spent them telling me the story of when he had seen his father pass on in a not to dissimilar way, except they were at home when he passed. He then explained that in a small locked box, in my room, under one of the floor boards, i would find a small old notebook. In the notebook, i would find the words that he would say to me from the other side, should he try to contact me through a medium, it would also help prove if a medium is a real medium or just a conman.

After he told my mother that he would stop fighting, she knew better than to beg him to hold on, she's known him most of their lives and that once my father has made his mind up about something, there is very little that you can do to change it.

We sat either side of him in those last few hours, never looking at each other, looking at him instead, remembering the times that we have had, and i realized just how much i am going to miss him.

He closed his eyes and smiled a little smile as he realized it was time, he flat-lined and the doctor confirmed the time of death at 04:32am. I stayed for a moment, and then it finally kicked in. I must have cried for hours.

Christmas is coming up, i don't think it's going to be much of one for us this year. We don't know when the funeral will be, but probably not until January sometime.

I know that my father was proud of what i was achieving with the blog and the few video's that i had put up, and it was one of his wishes that i continued on with that, so i will do my best to do so.