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My dad died on 2/05/2005...one day before Super Bowl XXXIX, Patriots 24, Eagles 21.
I was actually at the nursing facility, still bedridden. His death was expected, as a hospice nurse was at our home that Saturday night. Got a phone call that night, and family members visited me the next day, Super Bowl Sunday.
I had a TV on the room...so was numbed and removed from his passing...actually watched the game, but without enjoyment...just watched it like a robot...don't even remember that game. I did not cry. As a matter of fact...hardly any emotions, was in a matter of fact mode...because that's how dad influenced me. But about two weeks later, emotions overcame me...and had a good cry...felt better, and that was that.
Ever since then, Super Bowls are always a bit bittersweet, but mostly still fun...as death is a part of life, and you have to move on. But it's always on the back of my mind.
Anyone else?
I was actually at the nursing facility, still bedridden. His death was expected, as a hospice nurse was at our home that Saturday night. Got a phone call that night, and family members visited me the next day, Super Bowl Sunday.
I had a TV on the room...so was numbed and removed from his passing...actually watched the game, but without enjoyment...just watched it like a robot...don't even remember that game. I did not cry. As a matter of fact...hardly any emotions, was in a matter of fact mode...because that's how dad influenced me. But about two weeks later, emotions overcame me...and had a good cry...felt better, and that was that.
Ever since then, Super Bowls are always a bit bittersweet, but mostly still fun...as death is a part of life, and you have to move on. But it's always on the back of my mind.
Anyone else?
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