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Since i am of better mind now i will sexplain what happened
My father left on his yearly fishing trip to canada on last friday with my 2 uncles and 5-7 other friends, theyve been doin this maybe 10-15 years, my dad started goin past 2-4 years. They fished sat and sunday, monday dad felt sick so he stayed in, watched and raved about the perfect storm and had a cheeseburger in town. Next morning he woke up complaining that rickey folded the couch bed out and he felt off it and wanted just the couch. This was at about 6 am. So theyre getting ready, ronnie asked dad what he wanted to take on the boat, dad said 2 bottles of water, ronnie said they had ginger ale as well if he wanted, dad said yeah i'll take a can too.....and that was his last words, after he finished that sentence he simply fell over.....rickey who is a cop did cpr and they all took turns at reviving him, paramedics came, shocked him twice, got a pulse going but it was hopeless.
He did die somewhere he loved and doing what he loved. Wake was friday, funeral was saturday....one of the hardest things ive ever done was bury my father....im not ready and still not ready.....i truly feel like i am lost now, thinking about it now gets me emotional....i cannot get over the fact i do not have a father anymore, makes me fear when my mother goes...
My father, dead of a heart attack, at age 57..
"shall I hold your funeral? cast petals upon your soft white breasts? to settle amongst the dying blood like all the rest, like all the rest...
the silence of the night shall be your requiem there'll be only one mourner at your funeral ...I celebrate your death... ...as I lay you to rest...
the blood on my hands is a sign of divinity I am not a beast, I am a god! I'll rape your soul like your virginity judgement will be done...
death is what I give, I need to live to laugh at despair, to smile at grief rejoice, I leave you no other choice I have death's face, the devils voice "
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