Putting Dad Down
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
Some of us will be here in the Lounge Rog, who'll listen to what you have to say and understand. :rose:
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Losing a loved one is one the most painful things we must endure. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family today Roger. :rose: I have to admit to being in pain over my own parents. I've not seen them since my transition in 2002 (despite them initially being supportive), and cards and letters go unanswered. It's doubly upsetting as I was really close to my Dad, and I know he's not been at all well since he had a major heart attack nearly 20 years ago now. His life could end at any time, and if that happens I may not even find out until much later. I doubt I'd even be invited to the funeral. :( I won't give up though. Beth and I are likely to pay them a surprise visit later in the summer to put an end to the uncertainty. If they still don't want to know me, that's their choice - but I won't let them continue to pretend that I don't exist. Anna :rose: Riverblade Ltd - Software Consultancy Services Anna's Place | Tears and Laughter "Be yourself - not what others think you should be" - Marcia Graesch "Anna's just a sexy-looking lesbian tart" - A friend, trying to wind me up. It didn't work.
Roger Wright wrote: And don't forget to tell them how much you love and appreciate them; today may be the last time you see them. Anna-Jayne Metcalfe wrote: Beth and I are likely to pay them a surprise visit later in the summer Why later? Why not now? Cheers, Vikram.
http://www.geocities.com/vpunathambekar "I don't have time to read all that, but I do believe those stats to be ludicrous." — Stan Shannon.
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
Reading this was indeed moving, Roger. The loss of a family member is bad enough, but seeing it being prolonged is terrible indeed. :( My grandma suffered from arthritis for 27 years. She was suffering even before I was born, and she suffered till her death a couple of months back. Needless to say, her death was a consolation to me. Roger Wright wrote: I really don't want to face what tomorrow may bring Nobody wants to when it's going to be a loved one passing away, but you need to have the strength to face it, because it's going to happen anyway. You have the strength and I'm sure you will pull through. I wish I could alleviate your pain somehow. :( Regards, Vikram.
http://www.geocities.com/vpunathambekar "I don't have time to read all that, but I do believe those stats to be ludicrous." — Stan Shannon.
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
My love and thoughts are with your family, your dad and you, Roger. regards, Paul Watson South Africa PMW Photography Dan Bennett wrote: He could have at least included a perforated line for easy detachment - that would be intelligent design
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Some of us will be here in the Lounge Rog, who'll listen to what you have to say and understand. :rose:
Nishant Sivakumar wrote: Some of us will be here in the Lounge Rog, who'll listen to what you have to say and understand. Yeah, i am here all the while. I didn't reply cos i don't know what i should write to make him feel better. :sigh: Weiye Chen Life is hard, yet we are made of flesh...
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Nishant Sivakumar wrote: Some of us will be here in the Lounge Rog, who'll listen to what you have to say and understand. Yeah, i am here all the while. I didn't reply cos i don't know what i should write to make him feel better. :sigh: Weiye Chen Life is hard, yet we are made of flesh...
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
Roger Wright wrote: I have a wealth of knowledge given to me by a fine man to help me find my way. I'm very grateful for that; I hope that you will be, too, when the time comes that you have to deal with this yourself. It sounds like you are in peace with your father and I am sure that will help you through the hard times. jhaga --------------------------------- Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new. Henry David Thoreau, "Walden", 1854
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Roger Wright wrote: And don't forget to tell them how much you love and appreciate them; today may be the last time you see them. Anna-Jayne Metcalfe wrote: Beth and I are likely to pay them a surprise visit later in the summer Why later? Why not now? Cheers, Vikram.
http://www.geocities.com/vpunathambekar "I don't have time to read all that, but I do believe those stats to be ludicrous." — Stan Shannon.
Vikram A Punathambekar wrote: Why later? Why not now? It's just that things are somewhat mad at the moment:
- 9th July (tomorrow) Bourne Free Festival[^] in Bournemouth (a diversity celebration which started last year in reponse to Christian Voice arriving in the town to spead their particularly nasty form of exclusion)
- 16-17th July - visiting Beth's parents
- 23rd-24th July - being filmed for a documentary :-O
- 6th August - going to Brighton Pride[^] with friends
As that little lot leaves just one weekend potentially free between now and mid August, I suspect a trip up to the Midlands to visit my parents is unlikely. We may be heading up to Manchester to go clubbing with friends at some point...if we do we may try to drop by on the way. Anna :rose: Riverblade Ltd - Software Consultancy Services Anna's Place | Tears and Laughter "Be yourself - not what others think you should be" - Marcia Graesch "Anna's just a sexy-looking lesbian tart" - A friend, trying to wind me up. It didn't work.
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
Its tough but It's the ultimate truth everyone has to face. Be strong and be with him. I guess he needs your touch more than anyone else right now. :rose: Einstein: "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe." My Articles
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
:rose::rose::rose: Regards, Agni
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
Not much I can add that others have not already, except I'm sure he would say you taught him about life as much as he taught you (not sure that even makes any sense). My best wishes and condolences to you and your family… -------------------------------
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
I can't use words to show my feelings. If I was near I'd give you a hug and go boating. - On another note my current supervisor makes a big noise that he worked directly under Drucker for several years. Small world huh. Regardz Colin J Davies The most LinkedIn CPian (that I know of anyhow) :-)
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
He sounds like a great man, Roger. My thoughts are with you, and I wish you the strength to make it through. It seems to me that you've cherished your father and he has you. Though it doesn't help much at this point, that is all we can hope for. To know that we've loved and we're loved. Your message is excellent and one too quickly forgotten in our day to day living. Do not take for granted those you love. If you can't see what makes them special today, look harder, and by all means tell them how you feel. My uncle passed a few years ago. He lived in Germany, and I probably only saw him a dozen times in my life, but we had a very strong bond. I know he knew that I loved him, but my regret is that I never told him until I visited his grave. It really put things into perspective for me about life's uncertainty and the time we have. :rose: BW
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
Roger I am both sorry and glad for you. Sorry in this difficult time, and sorry for the pain that you are going through, but glad that you have so much joy to look back on with your dad. Do as much to celebrate his life as to mourn his passing. My thoughts and prayers are with you.:rose: Jim
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Vikram A Punathambekar wrote: Why later? Why not now? It's just that things are somewhat mad at the moment:
- 9th July (tomorrow) Bourne Free Festival[^] in Bournemouth (a diversity celebration which started last year in reponse to Christian Voice arriving in the town to spead their particularly nasty form of exclusion)
- 16-17th July - visiting Beth's parents
- 23rd-24th July - being filmed for a documentary :-O
- 6th August - going to Brighton Pride[^] with friends
As that little lot leaves just one weekend potentially free between now and mid August, I suspect a trip up to the Midlands to visit my parents is unlikely. We may be heading up to Manchester to go clubbing with friends at some point...if we do we may try to drop by on the way. Anna :rose: Riverblade Ltd - Software Consultancy Services Anna's Place | Tears and Laughter "Be yourself - not what others think you should be" - Marcia Graesch "Anna's just a sexy-looking lesbian tart" - A friend, trying to wind me up. It didn't work.
You forgot: 10th July: Tewkesbury Medieval Fayre[^]... Iain.
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
My thoughts and prayers are with you guys, Rog. :rose:
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You forgot: 10th July: Tewkesbury Medieval Fayre[^]... Iain.
lol you guys know me too well! :laugh: Unfortunately we won't make it there this year, as Bourne Free is tomorrow, and its looking like Sunday is going to be busy for us too (we've friends in the area we've not seen for a while). Another time, I hope. :) Anna :rose: Riverblade Ltd - Software Consultancy Services Anna's Place | Tears and Laughter "Be yourself - not what others think you should be" - Marcia Graesch "Anna's just a sexy-looking lesbian tart" - A friend, trying to wind me up. It didn't work.
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
My prayers are with you Roger. Not much more to say that others have not. :rose:
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Tomorrow they're pulling the plug. Although I pray for the best, I don't know what to expect. I'm not too sure what to hope for... His life has been exceptional, if not famous, having proven himself to be an overacheiver in multiple careers but never seeking notice for his accomplishments. He has been a mentor, a role model for me, despite an early divorce which separated us in my youth. He turned down career opportunities around the world in order to stay close to his kids, and never once missed a weekend with us. He taught me to recognize a few thousand plants, having been trained as a plant pathologist, and to recognize and control a few thousand insect pests, as well. He taught me to appraise real property and possessory interest in leased property, too, since he wrote the manual for that concept as a LA county real estate appraiser. He also wrote the book on valuation of golf courses back when the Japanese were buying every golf course in America. He was frustrated with the lack of certification in the public administration field, so he wrote the curriculum for a Masters degree in Public Administration Management for the Harvey Mudd College at Claremont University, then took the course himself. One of his favorite teachers was Peter Drucker, an economist some may have heard about. He went back to school and earned a Masters degree in landscape architecture, then in his retirement volunteered to design scenic viewpoints along the highways of the state of Washington. In his free time, he wrote a manual of compatible plantings in his state for their Master Gardener Society. He taught me how to draw, and to play the guitar. He taught me that there's no such thing as having too many tools. He said to me once, early in my career as an engineer, "If you can't build a box to hold your circuit, you're not much of an engineer." I learned from that how to run any machine in a machine shop, and built my own damned boxes from then on, whenever I worked for a company that would let me. But the last few years have not been good; he has emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, a lack of strength left from radiation treatment for prostate cancer, and he just can't get around much anymore. An aneurysm near his heart burst last Thursday, and though the surgery was successful - a unique event in itself - he's not recovering well. He left verbal insructions with all of us that no heroic actions be taken to preserve his life. We sorta violated that request by allowing the doctors to connect an
Roger Wright wrote: This is certainly not the sort of thing one posts in the Lounge; we prefer light conversation here. I think this is an outstanding post. Anything that reminds us to count each minute, cherish each moment and not let loved ones leave our sight without a hug is great. You have my sympathy for your situation. When it's my turn I'm going to be in *bad* shape. But I'm an emotional wuss. Your post was very refreshing because by the time I reached the end of it I had no idea how your father was dying but I had a poignant view for how he lived. I read this earlier today and resolved to not reply until later. (I wanted time to just reflect on the power of it.) Obviously a tremendous man and it must have been a very rich experience to be his son. Facing tomorrow is an unknown but he's already taught you the things you need to know to handle it. This was a great post Roger. By the time I reached the end of it I was thinking, "GOSH! I bet there's so much more to read and I bet it's great." I don't know what else to say but I'm just fine reading this in the lounge, my inbox or anywhere else. Let us know how things go. - Rex P.S. - My own experiences of watching my daughter die several times in front me, bringing her back to life and then slowly watching her starve to death over several months allow me to sympathize keenly with you. A gutsy surgery by a brilliant surgeon saved my daughters life and changed it forever when she was about 1 year old. We then fought like hell to keep her alive for the next 2 years. But that's another story and this is the time for you to share yours. My point in all of this being that in some ways I've been where you are. Knowing not what tomorrow may bring can be a burden. I hope you do well with all of this I really do. It would be very difficult.
I know you can't become if you only say what you would have done and you'll miss a million miles of fun." - Len Work hard, play hard. Don't forget who you are and don't forget where you're from. Do all these things well and you won't have to wonder where you are going.