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Scraptathlon Week 4 - Promises Promises

My mom and dad.

Man....I just don't know about this one. I had such a hard time with the theme and style. I am pretty content with the style I came up with but the theme gave me problems. I am not happy with the journaling. Even though it was the way my mom was it still makes her sound kind of cold and she wasn't. She loved my dad and would get angry when he wanted to give up. But anyways I am still going to use it as my entry. I might change things up a bit later after the challenge is over. Thanks for looking.

Journaling:

Pappy: I'm dying.
Nanny: Promises, Promises!

I know she didn't mean it. You have to understand Nanny to understand how she handled Pappy. He was prone to "Pity Parties" and she could never abide anyone feeling sorry for themselves. This I know, as I heard it all through my childhood. "Are we having a pity party?" I couldn't blame my daddy though. He had been sick for such a long time. 2 by pass Heart surgeries. Diabetes was taking it's toll. He was susceptible to infection and the second by pass surgery incision got an infection that took forever to heal. It never completely did. He had surgery on his veins to help blood flow. He was addicted to pain killers and would do just about anything he could to get them. He was tired of being sick, tired of the pain. Gangrene had set into his foot which led to an amputation of the left leg just below the knee. He didn't survive the operation. Infection set in and filled his lungs with fluid. He died of respiratory failure. This is the last picture of them taken together. This picture was taken in August of 1995 and by October my daddy was gone. My mom lived for 10 years after daddy died and she too had her share of health problems. She too was tired of being sick. She too just wanted to give up. Frustrated, hurt and angry by her wanting to just give up, I told her....Promises, Promises. I wished I never had.


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