mrissa | My father

This blog has evolved with time, as you would expect something to do in 18 years. I used to post daily, little rambly posts, few of them particularly themed. Now it's almost all book reviews and publication news, with the occasional theorizing about craft. But this personal thing is too monumental to leave out.

Two weeks ago yesterday my beloved father had a massive brain bleed from a med he was on. Before the bleed profused we had time to talk and laugh and say "I love you" so many times. At that time there was still a lot of hope that he might recover. There was then a second, ischemic stroke in the opposite side of his brain. The two weeks since have been a haze of brilliant care and uncomfortable facilities, of waiting and hoping and gradual realizations that the Dad I have adored was never coming back to us. He died gently yesterday morning before dawn. My mother was with him. I had been able to spend all day, every day at the hospital--always the three of us, as it's always been, but other family and dear friends supporting us as well.

I will have so much more to say about Dad--for years, for the rest of my life. I am heartbroken, shattered, agonized. I don't know how I'm going to do this. One step at a time, one day at a time, everyone keeps telling me. Yes. I don't think there's another choice. Those of you who have known me for years know that the phrases I keep handing people like "Dad and I were close" do not even begin to cover it. I never had a phase, not a year of my life, not a moment, when my dad was not one of my favorite people. He always called me Sunshine but we were each other's sunshine. I don't even know how to say all of what's gone. I will have to keep trying.

But a thing I am capable of fully articulating now is this: the ICU nurses at Fairview Southdale did such an astonishing, such a phenomenal job that I never had a moment of doubt that they and we were a team together, that he was getting the very best of care. And when the hospital transferred Dad up to the palliative care floor on the last day, I kept having the mad urge to run back to the ICU floor where I felt safe. Think on that: it was the place where I found out my dad was going to die. I had so many tears in that place, so many bodily indignities for the father I love. But their care for my dad and for our family still let it feel like a safe place to me. That standard of care is an amazing achievement. I have said over and over, "This is the worst week of my life," and it is. It is. But it could have been so much worse without the ICU nurses we had.

We're trying to put one foot in front of the other, we're trying to figure out how this goes. We're leaning into the care of our friends and family. But I feel like I fell into a parallel universe, and not one of the delightful ones. With the timing of the weather in our Minnesota spring, I feel like I was beaten and mugged and shoved out the door of the hospital into a world that was suddenly bafflingly warm and fully green and filled with heart-deep bruises, and I only wish that what had been taken from me was my wallet.

Oh, Dad.

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jenett

I am so very sorry for your loss (and many good wishes to all of you and yours.)

ICU floors are amazing.

arkessian

So sorry, although those words aren't enough. And so glad you had such a wonderful father.

batwrangler

So much love and sympathy. Just remember to breathe: in and out.

cjsmith

I’m so sorry. May time blunt the sharp edges of your grief, and may the good memories last forever.

kore

I'm so sorry about your loss.

themagdalen

The way time passes differently inside hospitals is a hell of a thing.
I am so sorry about your dad. Glad there was time to say the few essential things. But oh.

genarti

I'm so very sorry for your loss. What a terrible gaping one.

lilysea

I'm so sorry for your loss. :(

May you receive kindness, support, and gentleness from all the people around you.

nocowardsoul

I'm so sorry.

phantom_wolfboy

I am sorry for your loss.

mirlacca

I am so sorry for your loss. I wish there were words.

rosefox

Infinite love. May you be comforted.

adrian_turtle

I am so sorry. His memory for a blessing.

landofnowhere

I am so very sorry.

sraun

Condolences.

sartorias

lemon_badgeress

i am so sorry for your loss

umadoshi

I'm glad to know that he received such excellent care, but so very sorry for your loss. ;_;

carbonel

ndrosen

Please accept my condolences.

athenais

It's a terrible club to belong to. The loss is shattering. I send light and love.

swan_tower

Twitter is too short a space for more than brief condolences, but even at length it's so hard to know what to say. Grief is unfathomable: it's a bottomless pit, and knowing that eventually you'll stop falling and even climb your way out doesn't make it any less dark and cold and endless. And I know that words on a screen can't do much to bring light or warmth in there. But my heart truly does go out to you and everyone else touched by your father and the loss of him. Having such a wonderful relationship with a parent is a blessing.

pegkerr

I am so sorry for your loss.

I, too, have reason to be incredibly grateful for the kindness and professionalism of the staff at Fairview at the end.

oracne

I am so sorry. There is not getting over, only somehow getting through as best you can.

aamcnamara

I am so glad you and your dad and your family had such good care. And I am so, so sorry for your loss. Sending much <3.

hawkwing_lb

I am so sorry for your loss.

applenym

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

sam_t

I'm sorry for your loss. I haven't (yet?) lost a parent but I've been pretty worried during a hospital stay for one of them. I can only imagine the size of the grief but I do know how much of a difference good and compassionate people make in these situations. I'm glad you were able to be there.