Carl East
I finally found the ONE!
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I wanted to start a thread dedicated to Jeff, simply because I know what he's going through. But the trouble is, I don't know Jeff well enough to comment on his life.
I do know that I like him, and I also know that he will find what he's looking for eventually. So I decided to share my own sad moment in time, when my father died, in the hope that Jeff will know he is not alone in his grief.
I hope that you all will say something, just to let him know we are thinking about him, and that this is all part of life.
My Father was a good man, his chosen profession was that of a hairdresser, he learned that trade in the army. He was fifty eight years young when he died in my arms, a day I'm sure you will all realise, will stay in my memory for a long time to come.
My father suffered from Angina, and was told to take things easy, so he decided to have a holiday. He'd invited me and my second wife to go to a popular holiday camp, over here in England. We had been swimming and generally having a good time, when he suddenly clutched his chest, saying it's never been this bad before Carl.
I caught him as he fell, laying him down gently on the floor, but not knowing CPR I quickly got one of the life guards to help. They were great, the camp doctor was there in minutes, to take over from the life guard, and he did all he could.
I think I knew in the ambulance, that he'd gone, but my mind wouldn't accept it. It wasn't until we were in the hospital and the doctor was telling me it was too late, that I had to face the fact he was gone.
I was in shock right up until the funeral, because I never truly let go of my emotions. It took me weeks to get back into some sort of routine, and it was very hard. Of all the things that happened that day, the one that sticks out in my mind the most, was the fact my fathers last word was my name.
I could offer you advice Jeff, but we all handle these things in our own way. The one thing I will tell you, is that it does get better, and the pain will go away.
Thinking of you
Carl.
I do know that I like him, and I also know that he will find what he's looking for eventually. So I decided to share my own sad moment in time, when my father died, in the hope that Jeff will know he is not alone in his grief.
I hope that you all will say something, just to let him know we are thinking about him, and that this is all part of life.
My Father was a good man, his chosen profession was that of a hairdresser, he learned that trade in the army. He was fifty eight years young when he died in my arms, a day I'm sure you will all realise, will stay in my memory for a long time to come.
My father suffered from Angina, and was told to take things easy, so he decided to have a holiday. He'd invited me and my second wife to go to a popular holiday camp, over here in England. We had been swimming and generally having a good time, when he suddenly clutched his chest, saying it's never been this bad before Carl.
I caught him as he fell, laying him down gently on the floor, but not knowing CPR I quickly got one of the life guards to help. They were great, the camp doctor was there in minutes, to take over from the life guard, and he did all he could.
I think I knew in the ambulance, that he'd gone, but my mind wouldn't accept it. It wasn't until we were in the hospital and the doctor was telling me it was too late, that I had to face the fact he was gone.
I was in shock right up until the funeral, because I never truly let go of my emotions. It took me weeks to get back into some sort of routine, and it was very hard. Of all the things that happened that day, the one that sticks out in my mind the most, was the fact my fathers last word was my name.
I could offer you advice Jeff, but we all handle these things in our own way. The one thing I will tell you, is that it does get better, and the pain will go away.
Thinking of you
Carl.