On Wednesday, January 4th 2012, I received a call from my sister telling me that my father had passed away. He lived 91 years. Six weeks ago he was living alone, driving, etc.. but his battle with bladder cancer finally took its toll.
He tought me to never give up, and never accept mediocrity. If I got a 95 on a test, he would want to know what I got wrong. That’s the kind of person he was. There are several things that I will never forget that I would like to share:
In August 1986, I drove to Georgetown Dental School with him to my townhouse I was renting. My room was 6 1/2′ x 9′. I am NOT exaggerating. The room had been used by another student, a girl that was 5’1″ tall. I say this because the ENTIRE room was a loft. This gave you twice the space, but I was too tall to walk under it. My Dad, being a retired carpenter, said to go about my business and he’ll fix it. He only had a screwdriver, a hammer, screws and a hand saw. NO POWER TOOLS. I came back later (6 hours) and he was done reconfiguring it. He was soaking wet and completely exhausted. The loft was now 6 1/2 ‘ x 5′ with a ladder. He had to cut 8 (eight) 6″ x 6″ OAK posts down with a hand saw!!! (Not balsa, OAK). He said it was the hardest job he ever had to do in his 53 years as a carpenter. He had to stick the wood out of the window cause he said the room was too F*^%n small to work in! I swear, McGeiver could not have done better. We laughed about that for 20+ years after that. I’m smiling now!
Another thing I remember is that as a child I was a terrible eater. Ask my friends I grew up with. Well, I can honestly say my Mom was the absolute worst cook in the world- hands down. One day at dinner, I was maybe 15 and my Dad was starving after a long day at work and I looked at him and said, ” How’s the food”? he nodded and said, “It’s hot”. Again, I’m smiling as I think about that.
Finally, he had a sense of humor that not many had. He finally treated himself to a cruise when he was 84 years old or so. I asked him how the room was, and he said. “it was so small that if I wanted to change my mind I had to step out”!!!! I share that with patients even now when they tell me about a cruise they’ve been on.
We can’t replace our parents. We can only cherrish the memories. He forget more in his lifetime than I’ll get to experience. He had no phone, refrigerator, car, or bathroom in his tenement during the depression. He was in a war, and raised 2 great kids (I think).
I’m certain when he got to heaven to be reunited with my mother who passed away 14 years ago, she probably said “what the hell took you so long”.
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