Reply #75: I normally wait until after dinner on Friday to go visit my dad [View All]

(he has dementia and resides in a assisted living home) because there is less traffic, but today I changed the oil in the car and felt the need to go see him before dinner.

This time he knew me when he saw me (he never forgot my voice) and we put his coat on and went outside to enjoy a walk and a smoke. I lit our cigarettes, and we started to walk around the building. We were having great fun talking about the wonderful weather (50 degrees in December in Northern Illinois) and what a great day it was to be alive.

He suddenly started to complain about a sharp pain in his hip (about the top of his right rear jean pocket.) At first I didn't worry too much, I mean it was a pain in his ass after all. We went to the on-duty nurse and she looked for obvious problems and when she didn't find any, gave him some over-the-counter pain relievers. When the pills didn't help I decided to take him to the hospital just down the block.

To make a long story short he died in the waiting room at the hospital. It was quite shocking for everybody. The nurses and I only thought that he had a sore butt. The other patients thought that their problems was more important than a sore ass. But in less than 15 seconds he proved us all wrong.

I've drank enough to sleep for a while, and then I have to arrange his funeral. I just can't even believe that a pain in his butt could be fatal. Be thankful for every second with your loved ones because there are no guarantees about tomorrow.

You picked a rotten day to be an ass.