Thursday, July 3, 2014
Close to Nowhere
The support, prayers and comfort offered to me and my family have been incredible. I am very grateful. And thankful!
It’s been harder than we thought it would be. We were supposed to be prepared. Apparently, there is no such thing as “prepared.”
When Dr. Hawkins sent Pop to the hospital on Friday, June 13, we knew he was in pretty bad shape. Still, he wanted to go to KFC before we headed to the hospital, so off we went.
He hasn’t been a big eater the past couple years, but that Friday he put away some chicken -- and biscuits -- and chicken livers -- and green beans -- and, and, and. I think he had three or four servings of everything on the buffet.
I was so mad. I kept telling him he’d better come on, I was tired of sitting there. I certainly had words for him. He didn’t fuss back; he was too busy eating and occasionally telling me that I knew he was a slow eater.
We finally got to the emergency room at Baptist Hospital in Oxford and they promptly put him in the step-down unit of ICU. We’ve been there many times.
From there he went to a regular room and from there he went to ICU and back to step-down and back to a regular room.
He told the doctor that if anything happened he didn’t want to be resuscitated. He was tired.
Hunting buddies Dr. Joe Dewane and Edward Dewane (brothers) came by the hospital Thursday evening and spent a couple hours telling each other and me “Doyle” stories. We had a good time, laughing and remembering. Pop (Doyle) slept through it.
Early Friday morning, June 20, the nurse woke me up at 2:30 a.m. and said he was gone. I didn’t believe her. He always got better enough to come home one more time.
My nephew Johnny had said he would do the service several months ago. We were prepared, we thought.
My niece Sister came from Parsons, Tenn., Friday; Johnny, Donny and Emily got there Monday evening. My brothers Dennis and Danny were there off and on since Friday.
At the memorial service on Tuesday at Holly Springs Funeral Home, Johnny was light-hearted and funny. Exactly what Pop wanted.
The last thing Johnny said was Pop would have wanted us to remember three things.
He knew everything! “Shut the door!” And “Put the food up” -- this before we got up from the table most times.
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7.
Pop fought hard. He’s resting now...
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