Death is a very hard concept to deal with. Although it happens all the time and is a part of life, as survivors, we have to deal with it and move on the best way that we can. Losing a friend is hard. Losing a family member is even harder. Loosing a parent is insurmountable. This is my story of dealing with the recent death of my father.
My father, Vernon Garland Thacker III is the best man that I have ever known. He was, and still is my world. He had a very colorful personality and was always full of life. Everything he did was for my mother and me. We were his world. He always put other people first and always kept his word. Vernon worked his whole life and he rarely sat still for very long. I have learned a lot from him, and I am like him in many ways.
Early in the morning around 1:30 a.m. on February 22, 2009, I was lying in my bed watching a movie when my mother came in hysterical and crying. I ran with her down the hall to find my father breathing heavily and he seemed to be having some sort of seizure. We called 911 and EMTs arrived within minutes (we live right down the street from the fire station). About an hour later they rushed him to the hospital.
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Stephany, I can so relate to what you are saying about having a different outlook on life. I used to be uptight and let the little things bother me too. Now I really let all of that go. I focus on what is most important in life. But, I really get upset when I hear people complaining about things that don’t really matter. I want to tell them, “You think you have it bad listen to my story!” I too know that my baby Sofia is looking down on me from Heaven watching over her twin sister and the rest of us. I try to make her proud of me and try to have happy days for her.
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