As I was heading to the door to go and fetch us some ice, there was a knock from the other side, I opened it.
A man stood there, a castmember and told us that our sons been trying to get in touch with us. I thanked him and with that, he walked away. We also had a message on the room phone from the front desk saying the same thing.
I didn't know if he meant sons, as in plural, or son's, as in a contraction. I then left for ice as Diane went to check her cell phone for messages. All the way to the ice room a sick feeling in my stomach just got bigger and bigger.
I've had a lot of them this trip, from hearing the air leak out of the valve to blowing out the exhaust to no being able to see on the interstate but this time the feeling inside me was far worse.
As far as checking for messages goes, it was a good thing he came and knocked.
Please understand, neither one of us are cell phone people, she has one for emergencies but otherwise we prefer life without a constant interruption no matter where you are.
When I got back with the ice, she was on the phone talking, hung up, made another call, talked some more while I just stood off to the side and poured us a couple of premade Margaritas from the bottle.
I handed her one but she wasn't really looking, for that matter, neither was I, I was too busy listening.
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Folks, I said I was going to leave this out until the end of the trip, but after talking it over with Diane, we decided to tell it as it happened, let the chips fall where they may.
Besides, since you all know this anyway it's like trying to ignore the "elephant in the room" as they say.
I have a feeling we may lose a lot of readers telling the story this way, but hey, I'm sorry, there have been plenty of laughs on my reports up till now, and there will be after, but this is a part of what happened concerning us, and I can't leave it out.
Smidgy was told that her dad who's in a nursing home is now on oxygen and not expected to last the night!
All I could do was stare at her when she told me.
Please follow along with my timeline here, and note certain dates, they really come into play on what happened concerning us.
This is September, back in February Daddy was living at home still with his son and daughter in law when he fell and broke a rib.
His bedroom is on the second floor, but his dementia was getting worse all the time, and it didn't take much convincing to him to go into a nursing home.
In March, he was a new resident of a Lutheran Nursing Home in Arlington Heights, Il. one week later we were all there to celebrate his 87th birthday.
From that point on he had plenty of company and visitors between us and Danny, Diane's little brother who still lives in the house. It's about a half hour drive for both Danny and us, from opposite directions.
From March until September, we saw him about ten times more than we used to, we also brought home his huge pile of laundry every time and did it at home to bring back with us next time.
Smidgy went a couple more times than me, she even saw him 3 days before we left on this trip, had him out in the courtyard even, too, sitting by the fountain that he liked. I was going to go with too that day but made a spur of the moment decision and went and go all new tires for the Santa Fe so I wouldn't have to worry about tires while driving. You know how that worked out.
But it didn't take too long to get really sad with him.
I didn't have the chance to really know him like Diane had, but he was one of the greatest men I ever met in my entire life! He had a southern, Andy Taylor type of logic that would just make you stop talking, and start thinking.
He never swore, I never heard him raise his voice but in his own quiet way he was the E.F. Hutton in the room, when he talked people listened.
Unfortunately, from February,, sliding until September, he went from jagged, broken speech, to short sentences, to just one word sentences to where you really weren't sure if he knew who you were. It was just brutal to watch it happen to someone you love.
But evey once in a while, he'd surprise you:
About 3 weeks before he passed away, he turned to me and suddenly said. "So, how's the eye?"
Yeah, he still knew that!
But near the end it wasn't Daddy any more, he had already left us and there was nothing we could do about it.
By the way, Danny and Diane also have a sister, Roxie who lives out in Massachusettes , she had even flown in once to see him at the home.
When Smidgy saw him a few days before we left, she even talked to the main nurse who takes care of him and asked her her opinion.
She basically told Diane that he could last a long time yet, go on your trip and don't worry about him.
But now, we don't know what we should do.
Everything in the world was now against us if we tried to get back in a hurry.
First, it's almost dark out, can't leave until morning.
Then, no way will I try to drive this car back with the exhaust broken the way it is and risk a major accident or engine damage.
I talked to concierge and they told me that the
AAA, Goodyear Car Care Center is either closed on Sundays, or, if they are open only do small jobs due to shortened hours, it'll have to wait to Monday at the earliest if the exhaust needs replacing.
We also had another big problem:
We didn't book these rooms.
The only part that we booked that was under our control was the 3 nights at CBR.
It's not like we can pay the penalty to Disney for a cancellation and go home, this stay at BLT and our upcoming stay at AKL is paid for with points from our acquaintances we know, this was the guy who divorced us back in '99. It's kind of a stretch to refer to them as "friends", even though we like them.
So we had sent them over 1400 dollars a while ago to pay for all the points they are giving us. No way can we ask for that back. And I'd really hate to burn that bridge and never be able to book through them again.
By the way, this trip was being planned way back in December when we were freezing our butts off at Pop, and as soon as we hit the 7 months out timeframe in February, our friend Kelly, the lawyer's wife booked it for us.
I am going to be fast forwarding us now, mainly for clarification.
We didn't know what to do, but there didn't seem to be much we could do ourselves now, so we went back to Epcot that night.
It was very strange and we didn't stay very long, even left before Illuminations and went back to our room.
The next morning there was still no word yet, and we were hoping maybe he'd pull through this crisis, at least until we got back.
I know that might sound cruel right there, but it's honest.
We hated to see him suffer so, and it was time for him to start his new life with the Lord.
We just didn't want this passing to take place when we are 1200 miles away.
This was a Magic Kingdom day on our schedule, with EMH tonight and we walked over there that morning, but our hearts weren't into it.
We left at around 11:30, cancelled our reservation at Tony's and went back to the room to make more calls.
Once before about a month ago the home called us and said he was in a bad way, and when we hurried over there we found him sitting in his wheelchair eating lunch, then we took him out to the courtyard, maybe this time it will be the same thing.
Diane's cell phone rang just as we walked in the room.
At 4:30 in the morning on September 11, 2011, on the ten year anniversary of 9-11, Diane's father passed away.
This started a flurry of calls between her brother, sister, and our sons.
Since Roxie is out in Boston, I suggested he be put in storage until we get back, but they said the funeral home said we can't do that, he won't look as good.
Um, yeah, no one looks good dead.
Smidgy told them all our problems with trying to get back in a hurry, and I guess that was taken as we won't make it back because then the wake and funeral were set up at the funeral home for Wednsday and Thursday, so now what?
We considered trying to catch a flight back, just leave things as is and just fly back home and then back again.
But that wouldn't work because it's when we have to check out and check back in again, and if we pack up early we'd have to throw out all the food cuz it's going to go bad in a hurry sitting in a car in a parking lot here in the summer. And where do you park the car while you're gone?
Lots of problems with this plan, we don't even have carry on bags with us.
Another issue was money: There's really only enough room on the credit cards to get the exhaust fixed, no way can we add two round trip tickets to the cards now too.
It was a logistical nightmare!
It was looking more and more like we weren't going to go back for the funeral.
A couple other thoughts came into play for us:
Like I said, this was booked way back in February, our only trip this year and again, that's what I hate about renting points is that everything is out of my/our, control.
But a couple reasons for this trip was because of all the crap I went through with my eye,,,, and also a reward to us for quitting smoking.
Hey yeah, the quitting smoking!
Want to guess who was the happiest person when they found out we quit smoking?
That's right, Daddy, he always hated smoking.
Even near the end when he could barely talk, sometimes
we'd sit with him and have a hard time finding things to talk about and we'd mention to him again that we still are
not smoking.
A few times he was able to reply, "That's great!"
(yeah Dad, after all these years of you hoping we would quit, it finally happened)
There is also that small matter of what we went through just getting here this trip, I doubt we have ever been so scared as we were at times.
But what made the decision final for us came early next morning.
Monday morning we got to the Car Care Center just after it opened, not too long later, we found out that absolutely no way on earth should this car even think about attempting to drive anywhere, much less Chicago.
And after they order all the parts and they are delivered and installed, it won't be ready untill late tomorrow.
That would mean we couldn't even leave until Wednsday morning.
Once again, we talked, and talked, and talked about it.
"Daddy would have wanted us to not rush back because of him."
We had gotten to spend a lot of time with him during his last few months, certainly a lot more than most of the people that will be at the wake who never even saw him at the nursing home, and we'd rather have folks spend time with us during our last days then come see us after we died.
So, ok, we are staying.
But, and this is a BIG but:
this only makes sense if we realize this is what he would have wanted us to do,,,and,,,,,let ourselves realize that this is a good thing since his ordeal is now over, and realize that it makes no sense to stay if we don't let ourselves enjoy the trip.
With that all said, I hope you all understand our position, or at least respect our decisions even if you don't agree with them, these were hard calls to make.
We will soonly continue the trip report in it's normal fashion, skipping over Saturday night and Sunday and begin anew on Monday morning.
And Dad?
If you can read this;
Smidgy is still your little girl.