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It's been almost a year since I've last posted any thing here. And That
year sucks. Beside all the damage that the Joplin tornado caused.(it
took out all 4 of my old schools) My bother died!
Let me tell you a story about Rick, my brother. He lived in K.C and
work at Ford for 35 years and retired. He was in the process of moving
to Joplin when the tornado hit. He drove through the damage in his big
four wheel truck and gave what help he could.(He was a volunteer fire
fighter in K.C.) While Joplin lay in ruins, the news coverage sent
pictures to all parts of the world. One person who saw the carnage was
Rick's 5 year old grand daughter. She began to cry and told her mother
that "Pa Pa's dead! and his truck is gone!". Sad but funny, the way Rick
told me.
There is more to the story but I can't tell right now with crying like
a baby. Maybe later.
Like I said this last year sucked.
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Leroy wrote:
> It's been almost a year since I've last posted any thing here. And That
> year sucks. Beside all the damage that the Joplin tornado caused.(it
> took out all 4 of my old schools) My bother died!
> Let me tell you a story about Rick, my brother. He lived in K.C and
> work at Ford for 35 years and retired. He was in the process of moving
> to Joplin when the tornado hit. He drove through the damage in his big
> four wheel truck and gave what help he could.(He was a volunteer fire
> fighter in K.C.) While Joplin lay in ruins, the news coverage sent
> pictures to all parts of the world. One person who saw the carnage was
> Rick's 5 year old grand daughter. She began to cry and told her mother
> that "Pa Pa's dead! and his truck is gone!". Sad but funny, the way Rick
> told me.
> There is more to the story but I can't tell right now with crying like
> a baby. Maybe later.
>
> Like I said this last year sucked.
>
Thanks to Jim and Stephen for their regards.
Now, lets go on with the story.
Our Dad died less than two years ago. One day he told me he thought he
need to go to the hospital. I asked him if he felt up to me taking him
or did he need an ambulance. He took an ambulance. Four Days latter; He
had a 'good' death. At 81 he was ready to go. Surrounded by his family,
he was able to say good-bye. I held his hand as he passed.
Then one day Rick stopped by my house in his truck and asked be to
take him to the hospital, saying that he couldn't walk 30 feet without
having to sit down to get his breath. We took his truck, I drove. He did
park it in the hospitals parking lot.(It's a big truck) He had high
blood pressure and high sugar count.(he was diabetic) In a couple of
days they had gotten all that down to normal. I took his truck home a
visited him every day with it.
The day Rick died, I call to see what the plan was for the day. He was
suppose to have a stress test the day before and didn't. He told me they
where sending him home that afternoon. That I didn't need to come visit
that morning, that he'd call when he was ready to leave. The last thing
he said to me was 'Right now I'm going to take a shower. See you later.'
An hour and a half later I got a call from his son saying I need to come
to the hospital now. I ask if they letting Rick out. The short answer
was No. I didn't ask any more questions, I just went. The nurse who the
day before gave Rick hell for not taking care of his diabetes greeted me
as I walk toward his room. She took hold of my arm, and I knew he was
gone. He fell dead when he came out of the shower. Heart Attack.
Rick had good life. He loved his truck, his dog (Bubba),and his grand
daughter, and she him. I don't know what they told his grand daughter.
But I do know that the truck stayed at my house while she was down. Just
the sound of the truck and she'd expect 'Pa-Pa' to be there.
To end the story Bubba die. Got ran over by a car.
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