Posted: 10/30/2007 11:13:40 AM EDT
| I have a friend named Jack...I haven't even known him for a year but...I call him my Grandpa because he was there when I needed someone and I have never had a Grandpa...the one on my mom's side never has anything to do with me...and on my dad's side he died when I was still a baby. When I first met him we got along great he has had real bad back problems...and was really sick. He helped me when I lost faith in myself and dropped out of school. If it wasn't for him.....I honestly don't know where I would be. Right now he is in the hospital I don't know if he is going to make it...he is in really rough condition right now. He stopped breathing around 11pm Sunday his daughter performed cpr and called 911 and he can talk know but its really hard to understand him...I cant stand to see him the way he is right now. When I go to his room in the CCU I don't know what to say...but now I'm afraid he wont make it. He has been a better friend to me in such a short time....I just don't want him to go. I'm Praying for him right now....and I ask for all of you that read this Please pray for my friend Jack...he is the most honest and good person I know...and I don't want to lose such a great person in my life so soon... |
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If circumstances permit, just go in there and hold his hand. Just do it. And you CAN stand to see him like this. You will and you must. Death is part of life. And you go in there and hold his hand and make this a loving and treasured part of his life and your life. You don't have to say anything. Nothing. Some things are beyond words. Go do it. |
Exactly. I spent the last five hours of my mother's life holding here hand. When she stopped beathing, it was my hand she felt. You will never regret being there for someone you care for. Never. |
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Prays sent for the both of you. Be thankful you met a person such as Jack. You have crossed paths for a reason, He was your teacher you just didn't know it. He taught you what a good and decent human being should act like. Whatever the outcome, live your days like Jack would. Reach out to others as he reached out to you. |
Well said. Do it now. You might not get the chance to do it again. When I lost my Grandfather, who pretty much raised me, I thought I would get one more chance to talk to him and tell him how I really felt about him. I didnt. He slipped away before I could. I still have a hard time with that. I never got to tell him that he meant the world to me. Do it now. |
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Another thing- Hospitals can be oppressively "female" places. I mean, I'm a gal, and I noticed it.  When my dad was in the hospital, I know it really got to him. He felt a lot more 'normal' even when he was in his very last days, when a guy friend would come and sit with him. Your friend will appreciate just having a guy there sitting with him. Guys don't like to just be fussed over by a bunch of women. Just being a male presence there with him will mean a lot. ETA What I think really gets to guys is the way a lot of women treat male patients like babies. Sheeyit. You take some older man, he dang sure does NOT want a bunch of women treating him like a helpless baby all coo-coo babbling baby talk at him. He just wants some good old boy to pull up a chair and maybe talk about old hunting stories, or farming or machinery stories. Makes him feel comfortable. Or just BE THERE with him. Let him experience the presence of the MAN he helped to raise. |
Just got off the phone his wife and he is doing alot better now. He is breathing ALOT better than earlier today. They have the little hose on his nose now instead of the tube down his throat and the little mask deal round his nose and mouth. And he is talking alot more and you cant understand him now  . He isnt through with it yet but the it looks like he is going to pull through (he is already bitching about not having any coffee)
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Good. Go spend some quality time with him. Please listen to everybody who is saying 'Go do it now'. You get a second chance to go tell that good man what he means to you. Lots and lots of folks would give their right arm for a second chance like you and your friend are getting. Don't blow it. And even if he pulls through this time -- and we're all hoping he will -- every last dang one of us is bound to die some day or other. You, me, him -- everybody. Most natural thing in the world, but we go through life like it'll never happen. Go see your friend, and tell him all that mushy stuff you know you need to say. Heck, he'll probably be all doped up and not even remember it -- but in both your hearts -- you'll know. And the cycle of life goes on. 
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