I wrote about this somewhere before. I can’t find it. Today is Halloween. For me it’s kind of a sad day. I was four years old when I watched my father die. He suffered a heart attack. I was eating oatmeal or Cream Of Wheat in the kitchen. He was making strange sounds form the bedroom. Mom and I went back to see what he was doing. He was laying on his back in his red robe with a cup of coffee in his right hand. He did not spill a drop. He wouldn’t respond or wake up. In her panic she called the police instead of the ambulance. After the police arrived, they called the ambulance. DOA. I still went Trick Or Treating that night. Neighbors took me out and gave my mother a much needed respite. I just wish I knew him. From all accounts he was a great man. Every Halloween my mom and I talk in the morning. Always the question, “Do you remember what day this is?” It happened in the morning, as he was getting ready for work and to take me to nursery school.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 21:16:12 +0000
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