Doesn't it seem like when someone dies you think "If I only had one more day with them"?
Monday July 11, 2011 at 1:30 a.m. George's dad Petar passed away. I don't have to wish for that "one more day" (although I would like another). Saturday July 9, we went out to see his parents and had an amazing day with them. His dad has been up and down as far as health the last year and a half. When we saw him Saturday we all truly thought he still had a few months in him, so we were all shocked he passed just 30 hours after we left.
We got out there and visited with him for a few hours before he asked to go lay down and take a nap. Then we visited with his mom while he rested. He called to be brought back out with all of us just after 40 minutes of resting (his mom says he usually sleeps for 3 hours). He said he didn't want to be in there sleeping when his family was there to visit. He talked to G about work, talked with the boys about hockey and school, he of course made Kyle crack up, anyone of you who knew Pete knows he would use curse words in his everyday vocabulary (even when he isn't mad) and Kyle has always thought it was so funny to hear Grandpa curse!
Myrna and I went and got dinner, as we were leaving G asked me to get him a big coke and Pete said "me too, get me soda". We returned home from getting food and were getting it all set out onto the table when G went to get his dad more apple juice, I said "I think your mom is giving him soda" so Myrna asked "Pete do you want soda or apple juice" his reply was "I don't give a shit" oh my gosh I thought Kyle would never stop laughing. We had a nice dinner and talked a lot. He asked me to please promise him that I will take care of his grandson's until they are strong like soldiers, I said "of course I will". He asked me to look into his eyes and answer a question, he asked me if i ever had regrets on marring his son, "I replied of course not" he then thanked me for marring him and being such a good wife and mom to them all. Its almost like he might have known that would be our last time to see him. As Luke walked by him he reached out and hugged him and kissed him on the forehead, I grabbed my cell phone and took a picture.
When we left he kissed each one of us (which he always did) and we all said "We love you" to him one at a time. I told him we would be back in a few weeks to see him and he said "yes come back". Like I said we truly thought we had a few more months.. We cant help but wonder if he was at such peace (as we were) with our time together that he was ready to go.
Monday- G woke me up at 5:40 a.m and said "honey my dad died" I said "WHAT" I was so in shock! I hugged G and he sobbed. We went down stairs and sat together. After awhile he started putting the word out. (well he only told 2 people, knowing they would get it out there). He went out to his mom's, I asked him over and over if he wanted me to go with him and he kept saying "no, stay here and be with the kids, keep your plans to go to the beach". I felt so bad not going and as the day went on I wished I would have just said "I am going". But then I think the time with him and his mom was probably good! They went to the mortuary and took care of things that needed to be done.
Thursday- We all went out there (minus Brittney, she has summer school) and the Priest who is doing the service came out and we went over how the services will go on Wednesday. While we were doing that I was just sitting there thinking in my head how he should be there, he should be there saying "Hello my dear" to me when we came in and to say "oh good looking boys" as he saw the boys. That's when I lost it! That was when I wanted "Just one more day".
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