As I sit here staring at my computer screen 💻 with my hands placed perfectly on the keyboard, I’m struggling as I try to choose the title for this post. So much has happened since my last post, My Journey As A Wheelchair Bride, one of which is I did get married. Sadly 😔 our marriage was overshadowed by my Dad’s health issues.
I had planned on sharing my experience(s) of planning a wedding from the “comforts of my #wheelchair” 👩🦽 but that wasn’t in cards as they say. As 2021 was coming to an end, I was excited to shop for table setting, fun wedding favors, creative wedding signage posters, and yes, my dress. New Year’s Eve 2021, my Honey and I clinked our glasses 🥂 saying good-bye to 2021 eagerly awaiting 2022, to be specific, 2.2.22, Our Day!
Our Day was actually more special than I could have ever hoped for, both my Mother & Father were present when I said those special words, I do. My Mom and cousins put together the most special/intimate gathering of family to celebrate with us as my Honey and I became Mr. & Mrs.
Than, on January 1, 2022, my Dad went in the hospital 🏥 for of all things, constipation. Now, remember, Dad has been sick and in bed 🛏️ for last few years due to COPD, emphysema and dementia with very little apatite. Dad came home from the hospital on January 6th, but this time he came home to a hospital bed in my parents dinning room.
Talk about deja vu, my Dad was now in the same hospital bed, in the same location in my parents dining room as my brother was for 13 years. My Mom is afraid to be alone at night so with my Dad in the hospital my Honey and I started staying with Mom when Dad went to hospital on January 1st and continue to do so now.
Like I said, my Dad has been sick for a few years now, but somehow I knew on January 6th when Dad came home that this would end up being the longest and hardest good-bye of my life.
For weeks Mom, my Honey and I sat and talked with Dad. We (Mom & my Honey) tried to do all they could for Dad while I sat, with silent tears 😢 unable to help, unable to help turn you, or help you get a drink, unable to help give you your meds, just unable. But, what I was able to do was hold your hand 🤝 Everyday, as I sat on the arm of the chair, where I was able to reach you, I’d get up there, and reach for your hand and I would say “Hi Dad” and you responded “Hi Kat.” I would tell you I love you and you always said you loved me too as you gently squeezed my hand.
Then on 2.22.22 my Dad took God’s hand instead of mine as He called him home.