The loss of My Father.

It was the phone call I dreaded forever. It was Rose and she said your Dad just got rushed to the hospital. It was November the 18th at 8:01AM. I was headed to the Grocery Store like I did most every Sunday. I barely remember making an illegal U-turn to shoot home, throw some clothes in a bag, grab the dog and head off to Holyoke. My Mom and Sister were there with him when we walked in. He looked so sad. We held his hand and talked to him and they were running some tests. I had to go do something and when I came back I got the news that he had suffered 2 heart attacks and there was some internal bleeding. They wanted to do all kinds of things and Mom, Dad and lil Sis decided NO, enough suffering. It was the right decision as Dad had been miserable for a very long time and was praying to go. I always sat with Dad when we would go to visit and he would shake his head, look at Mom and just cry. He was so miserable and although he wanted to go it is never easy to let anyone go. I tried to be strong but had to leave and cry because suddenly I was Daddy's little girl again and I didn't want to let him go. We stayed with him till GOD called him home on November 20th at 1:05AM. I know he is at peace but I have a huge hole in my heart and a knot deep in my gut. I did a memoriam at the church the day of his funeral. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life, but for whatever reason I just had to do it. I barely remember speaking as everything was just a fog. My 18 year old niece Jamie read a poem that her 14 year old sister wrote for her Grandpa and my Dad.

Lying in the white cloud of heaven
Surrounded by the voices of love
Fading away from the confines of reality
With your angel you will rise above

To escape the pain and suffering once lived
To the heavens and beyond you shall fly
There for eternity you shall stay
But forever in our hearts you shall lie.

Megan Brosseau Age 14


You are forever in my Heart I Love you DADDY.
Your little girl. XXOO

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Support and Friendship

When my daughter Jenna passed away and I returned to work three weeks later there was a friend, Her name is Cheryl, She held me when I cried and cried with me. Thank you for being there for me when I have my melt downs even today.