Since Patrick’s accident, Michiana has experienced some of the most beautiful summer weather I’ve ever noticed. This week it started raining and didn’t stop until it reached record rainfall levels this weekend.
The last few months my family’s life has had that metaphorical record rainfall–we’ve seen pets die, Pat die, Carston die. A few weeks ago a tiny baby squirrel fell from his tree nest at Joey’s feet and died after several long hours of our constant nurturing vigilance.
Since Patrick’s death, my father’s health has deteriorated before our eyes. The kids and I live with my mom and dad. My dad, Jim Fink, has multiple myeloma, and it was a couple weeks after Patrick died that we learned my dad’s cancer had suddenly spread throughout his body.
Since then, my dad has gotten weaker and sicker each day. Patrick and my dad were very close. My dad, as a retired physician, mentored Pat through his nursing/medical studies. When my dad was in the ICU a couple years ago, Pat stayed with him through many days and nights to nurse him back to health. My dad was devastated when Pat died.
Today, my mother, sisters and I had to candidly talk to my dad about his dying and end-of-life issues. My heart is sick. My family is exhausted with grief.
I found in one of Pat’s journal an entry of how much my dad meant to him and our family. He writes,
I will always see Jim as my greatest role model.
Pat was expecting to graduate as a nurse and nurse my dad when his time came. My dad says he wants to see the Cubs win the pennant and see the outcome of this presidential election.