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They seem to come in threesThis is not going to be a fun journal to read. I will have a few more of them to post in the future, I am sure, but this one is not one of those. If you don't want to continue, I understand. This is not a cry for help or for pity, but it is what's going on with me lately. Be warned, though, if you continue, for it is not entirely pleasant.
If you didn't know or had forgotten, my father passed away in the beginning of march. He had a major heart attack one morning getting ready to go to work, and the EMTs and such that responded could not resuscitate him. He was brought to the hospital but declared dead upon arrival.
We have since had the funeral for him and moved on, sort of. There are still evenings when I want nothing much more than to call him and chat. We never got to talk about the new house or our vehicle situation, about the twins' first words and the like. In addition, every week it seems that D! or Z! say or do something that reminds me of him, or state that they miss him already.
Still, though, we have closure. We are still working on his last affairs, but we have moved on with our lifes. We miss him, we will not ever forget him, but it is not a drag on our lives.
And yet, the saying goes, deaths come in threes. And this week there were two more. One Wednesday evening, I received a phone call from a friend of ours, wanting to know if I was ok, if i needed help with anything, if Erin needed a ride to the hospital or someone to watch the kids. I had no idea why we would need any of those, since I was home, the kids were in bed, and Erin (my wife, FYI) was reading in the other room. Turns out, a call had been placed to the 911 operator from my place of employment, and the EMTs had been summoned for a man found unresponsive.
When I went to work, the boss was there, finishing up what little work was left from the second shifter, who he sent home. The second shifter had found the dead body and was visibly shaken, even for a tough former soldier. The boss told me what had happened: Dr Troy Murra, a research chemist who worked for us, worked with us, had had a heart attack that evening and passed away at work. He was found around 7:30, the paramedics worked on him for about an hour, but there was nothing they could do.
A shock, to say the least; that night's shift was rough, because I had gotten to know Troy fairly well. Troy was a smart fellow--the PhD he held wasn't from a cereal box. He had helped us all out as a company, and yet, he never lorded over our heads that he was smart. He knew what he knew, he knew what he didn't know, and he knew enough to get input from those who did know what was going on. He wasn't trying to reinvent the wheel, just make it better. When I got done, when the word was passed out to everyone who worked the next morning, it felt almost surreal. I kept expecting Troy to walk in with a grin on his face and a question on his mind, but yet I knew it couldn't happen.
The third is a little less sad, because I am not directly related to the goings-on. A little girl was the third death, and she as well passed away from severe cardiac failure. Almost 2 years old, a little younger than my twins, she was born with numerous health issues. She fought like a trooper, enduring many surgeries but always seeming to get healthier. Her parents hung on to hope that everything would be ok, but it just wasn't to be. She passed away Friday morning.
I hope that's it for a while. I have had enough death to last me for a long time. I hope you all are doing well. Please stay safe out there.
Thanks for reading this.
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That's all I really can say. That's pretty terrible what you've been through recently, but hopefully things will be better soon.