I told him that he was probably right, but that there was nothing he could do about it and that it was time to go….. NOW. I felt like we were really beginning to put ourselves in some danger. I discretely took his shirt by the sleeve and proceeded to prod him toward the door. Before I knew what he was doing, he walked over to the teller booth, whipped out his digital camera, and quickly took a picture of the very cute young woman working behind the counter. He said that Matt had committed a very serious crime by taking a picture inside the establishment, and especially taking a photo of the woman without her permission, as her job there was “sensitive”.
I’m not a nurse, but the nurse from the hospice who took care of my dad called me. My dad was in his final stage of pancreatic and liver cancer. Dad was always a quiet and respectful gentleman. But he was a bit feisty at the hospice. Our friend Steve came to visit and Dad took off his oxygen mask to hear him better. Dad’s nurse came in to check him and saw him with his oxygen mask off. “Mr. Benny, you’re terrible in bed,” she scolded.
He threw back his blanket and said ““hop on in and let’s see.” Our friend Steve was hysterical laughing. The nurse called me, since my dad never said it did this before. I went down there and asked ““Dad, what happened today with the nurse? I know you better than that.” Dad looked at me and said ““Baby, I’m 84 years old. I’ve been a good man all my life. Can’t I just be a little bad? How many men been bad their whole life?” I went back to the nurses station and asked if we could indulge my dad just a bit as long as it wasn’t really rude-Dad was just having a bit of fun. The ladies were wonderful. Dad joked with them and they joked right back.
Literally right up to his last day, when Dad has a stroke and peacefully passed away. So many ladies came by to touch Dad, hug and kiss me. We all cried-so many said he was like their dad, uncle, grandfather. It was dad’s way of dealing with his end-and bless him, he went exactly as he wanted. I thanked everyone at hospice with flowers, treats, and letters to the hospital and state, praising them all. And I know Dad is up there, leaving them laughing in the aisles.
Our son moved out less than a year after I left. He lives maybe 10 minutes away from his dad’s house but only goes over there to work on his truck. He hasn’t even gone in the house in a few years but he said the garage is filled top to bottom with her and her kids stuff infested with roaches.
I’m a very clean person. Our house was always nice. Decorated with really nice things. Most of the stuff I left behind. The only thing I cared about was a relationship with my son which I have a great one. Apparently she still uses my stuff that I left behind like some large area rugs and curtains also my cookware.
My boss was very threatened by me. She was the manager of the Emergency Medical Services office for the county. I was the quality manager and medical instructor. I would review the emergency reports written by the paramedics and when appropriate provide praise or constructive criticism. One to three days a week I would travel to fire departments and ambulance services and provide continuing education. The paramedics/firefighters loved when I came to the station. I was a very encouraging instructor and provided practical lessons that they could actually use in their emergency work.
So, I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him along as I forced him to run out of the alley with me. As we got back onto the street and were swiftly moving up the block, I looked back and a small group of men appeared out of nowhere and seemed to be coming after us. I wasn’t sure if t was the same group from the casino, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out. Matt was huffing and puffing, and I was on full-adrenaline. We rounded a corner and there were a few taxis sitting there. I picked one, opened the door, pushed Matt inside, got in myself, and told the driver “Train Station! Now!”