Monday, December 12, 2011

Losing Dad: One Year Ago

The night my father fell for the last time, he and my mother had attended the Pacific Symphony Orchestra in S. California and listened to Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto, no.2 and Dvorak's Symphony no. 9: The New World. 



“The music was terrific!” my father said. “It was wonderful! Jeesh.”

That night, my father returned alone to his assistant living facility, and later that night he fell. He was 88.

We'd stopped counting the times Dad had fallen in the past five years—and the number of visits to the emergency room? He went as often as some people go out to dinner—weekly, several times a month, at least. But, my father had 17 lives. He survived World War II. He survived jaundice, appendicitis, lung cancer, a brain tumor. He lived with diabetes and heart palpitations that required medication. He lived with blood clotting and blood thinning issues, and balance challenges, and depression. So, when I got a call that Dad had fallen, again, and was in the intensive care unit for observation, again, to watch for internal bleeding in his head from the fall, I’d gotten careless myself.

Dad had another fall. La di da.

While he was recovering in the hospital, and doing nicely the first day, I called and talked to my mother.  She reported that he was having soup. A little tired but doing okay. 

"Mom," I said. "Tell Dad he should wear a helmet."

"Wha she say? No! I'm not going to wear a helmet."

I didn’t expect him to obey. He wasn’t that kind of guy.

“Okay. Keep me posted,” I said, and hung up.  


The next day, I went to my neighbor’s house for dinner. When I realized  I had left my cell phone in my coat pocket in another room, I got a strange, sudden fright and hurried across the hall to get it. Not long after, my cell rang. My mother had been unable to wake up Dad earlier in the day. The bleeding hadn’t stopped, she said. In fact, it was worse. He was in a semi-unconscious state.  

I won’t go into those details of the next hour, or the bi-coastal conference call with the doctor. I’ll just say that for much of my life, my father told us that he wanted to go quickly. He had written documents to that same effect—no extraordinary measures were to be taken, etc. Those documents are still in my drawer.

Early the next morning, my sister and I flew across the country to California. He didn't linger long. 

4 a.m. in the morning is such a pristine time of day. It's the time Dad often started his day,  scuffing around in leather slippers to water his beloved plants. Who knew that 4 a.m. would be the hour he'd let go of his earthly breath?

But what I find myself thinking about on this one year anniversary of his death--is that evening of music, the one he enjoyed so much, the one that filled him with otherworldly delight, perhaps even a feeling of timelessness.  

Dvorak Symphony no. 9, The New World; and Rachmaninoff’s piano concerto no.2.--I'm going to listen to both of those today (though I started last night), while I circle my house and remember him. He doesn't feel very far away.






Rachmoninoff, piano concerto no. 2


Second movement

Third movement

7 comments:

  1. Lovely tribute to your Dad, Jessica.

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  2. Tears in my eyes. I remember when you wrote about your plant blooming after his death. So touching. Listening to his beloved music seems like just the right way to spend this day.

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  3. Sheri-thank you for stopping by here and commenting.

    Sere-good to see you again here. How lovely that you remember my story about my father's plant. I put a picture of that plant in this posting as a sort of inside reference to last year's post. Thanks!

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  4. Such beautiful music. Rachmoninoff's. Dvorak's. And yours, too.

    Thinking of you today, dear. And yes, crying. Your dad was such a handsome man.

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  5. What a beautiful way to honor the anniversary of his death. It makes me happy to know he heard music he loved, played well, the night before he left the earth.

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  6. Wow, Jessica, this is lovely. In my professional life I have written about end of life stuff, and in my personal life I lost my father, a great music lover, a little over a year now. I eulogized him here:
    http://evimedgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-honor-of-my-father.html
    So glad to have bumped into you! Buying your book tonight.

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  7. Mary, thank you for the link to your eulogy about your Dad. So sorry for your loss. (Many thanks for buying my book!)

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