For those of you who did not know, On January 29th my father was transported to the ICU at Umass in Worcester. He had suffered a COPD attack, and had to be intubated immediately. For over 3 weeks, we made many trips back and forth to room 675, not knowing what to expect each day. Some days gave us a little hope, but most left us feeling helpless. I tried to live my life as “normal” as possible during this time, but it was tough. I caught a few sicknesses, lost sleep, lived off of sweets and seltzer (polar, of course), and just felt run down in general. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to be doing.
Last Wednesday after the workout, I went up to the Hospital, and that was also the day we took my father off life support per his request. He had all of us laughing until the morphine kicked in. Telling us how my mother never listened to him. This was his style, never take anything too seriously. He was at peace, so we had to find our peace, too. There was no other option.
For someone who was on a breathing machine for 3 weeks and unable to breathe on his own, he somehow managed to stay alive almost 2 full days after he was unhooked, mostly because he liked to beat the odds and make everyone wonder how the hell he could do these things. And he did just that. We are left with quite a big void, and as tacky and cliché as it sounds, I know he will always be with me. Anyone who ever met him knows I am a carbon copy.
I never thought I would receive a call that a parent died while leading a workout, but Friday that happened. Ron wasn’t one for good timing. I was immediately distracted and even though I knew it was coming, I was shocked. You all took it upon yourselves to just keep moving and didn’t depend on me for direction.
I wanted to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for being here for me. Even those of you who had no idea what was happening during these past 3 weeks, you lifted my spirits and kept me going when I didn’t want to. Getting up at 8 to squeak in to work by 9 was a chore, but waking up at 4 on Wednesday came without effort.
I appreciate the texts, the messages, the food offerings,the check ins, and the distractions. Is there like a 12 month window on the food thing?
This group has been one of the biggest blessings for me. What a comfort to know that it doesn’t have to be a Wednesday morning to be connected with all of you. We have such a diverse group of individuals in terms of age and interests, yet we are all one. No one in this group will ever have to worry about going through any of lifes struggles alone.
So again, thank ALL OF YOU from the bottom of my heart. See you tomorrow!
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