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MaMaBean

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So, I had to go to a funeral viewing for a man from our 'neighborhood'. He had a bout with cancer, and just didn't make it.

What makes it sorta wierd, is that when I was two, he literally saved my life.

Dad and I were going to visit my great-uncle at his farm, and we were going to take our 3-wheeler. So we leave, and venture on our way, I sitting on the gas tank, and dad with is arm wrapped around me. Instead of taking the trek through the woods, because the uncle's farm is on the back side of our property, dad decides to take the long easy way around, and use the county road. The cow path of a county road wasn't exactly heavily traveled, and not seeing a strange vehicle for months wasn't out of the question, and we continued on easily. Until we get to the farm immediately before the uncle's place.

The farmer had taken a barbed wire gate, and opened it onto the road, so that he could move his cattle from one side of the road to the other. It was a fairly common practice, considering they lived on an even more remote road than we did. We were moving along at a pretty good clip, and Dad didn't notice the impedence, and we struck the gate. The impact stopped the 3-wheeler, and cut Dad on his forearm, but to me, it did a lot worse damage. A barb had caught me on the right side of my chin, and had continued to my throat. I don't know if it missed arteries, and the jugular, but if it did, it wasnt' by very much.

The farmer was there, and went to get his truck, and drove dad and I to the hospital, most assuredly saving my life.

He passed away on Thursday. That sucks.
 
I am very sorry for your lose. I am in a similar situation. My grandmother died 2 weeks ago. I hadn't had a chance to see her as she had moved on to Florida with her new husband about 5 years ago. I never met him until week before last when all the family came here for her funeral. She was cremated (got persmisson as she is catholic) and wanted to be buried next to my grandfather who passed several years before. On the thursday before her service I was at work and one of our guys basically caught his face on fire. I was the only one around to watch and help this guy put his face out. It was pretty tramatic. He was actually airflighted to Brooks Army Medical Center in San Antonio because it had gotten into his lungs.
The next day (friday) was my grandmothers service. Very emotional as I felt guilty for not getting to see her all those years and being able to say goodbye. After the service, we go back to my parents house and just eat ( I guess food is really some sort of comfort thing). While there my parents had a dog that they had for years and 2 days before was taken to the vet with severe pancreatis. We get the call from the vet that she needs to be transported IMMEDIATELY to the emergency hospital. I can't tell my mom so I go and transport the dog with my kids from one end of town to the other literally wondering if the dog was going to die in my car with my kids there.
We got to the hospital and after 5 mins the vet comes out and says she is in severe heart failure and her lungs are full of fluid, she is dying. Best odds, she had a 5% chance of survival if treated. At that point I had to call and have my parents come while we put the dog down. This was a dog that my sons got when they were very young and all of my kids were very upset as well as my parents, she was like their kid.
So all in all, it was probably one of the worst weeks I've ever had.
Guilt for not being able to say goodbye to someone I loved, and guilt for having to be the one to call and say it's time for your "child" to be put out of her misery. Let's not forget the giant fireball man I had to put out.
So I'm sorry for your lose and I give you hugs and kisses. :hug2:
 
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