The Quiet Room

I’ve been debating for the past week whether or not I write about what’s happened but I decided that, for me, I needed to get it off my chest. 

I lost my Dad suddenly last Sunday.  (There I said it, but I don’t feel any better yet). 

He had a history of heart disease and had been trying to make smarter, healthier choices to exercise and eat right.  He and my mom had come to St. Louis for the weekend to be with us.  They loved St. Louis.  We had spent pretty much all day with them on Saturday just running around town.  Saturday night they had watched E for us so S and I could go to a party. 

Sunday, he had gone down to the workout room to walk on the treadmill and collapsed.  Someone finally found him and called 911.  By the time I got to the hospital about an hour later, I was escorted into a “Quiet Room” where my mom and sister sat.  It was then, in that “Quiet Room” that my life changed.  My Dad had died. 

I’ll spare you the remaining details but it was a whirlwind of activities last week.  I spent the week at home with my family and am back to work this week.  (Which doesn’t seem like enough time). 

I have been trying to figure out what exactly to say here.  I could tell you about my dad.  He was an amazing father to us when we became adults. 

He was a father.  He wasn’t so good with the younger years (that’s where my Rockstar mom stepped in and was so influential).  But as we’ve grown up, he’s the one that has given us career advice and has been there to help us navigate the waters. 

He was a business man through and through and was always impressing upon us key business skills.  Even at an early age, he was trying to teach us things like Finance Terms, which at 6 doesn’t make a lot of sense but that’s what he knew.