Friday, March 15, 2013

My Dad, my hero

I am back in Dubai after a few days back in a cold and snowy Sweden. I spent most of the time with my Dad at the nursing home. His condition was already very serious when I arrived and he could barely communicate with us. We sat by his side, holding his hand and I spent two nights there as well. The staff at the nursing home are amazing and they took such good care of him. He passed away quietly on Tuesday evening, the day before I left. His breathing calmed down and it felt like he found inner peace. I feel very sad but I know that he is not suffering anymore. He was such an amazing man, with a big heart and always willing to help. Everyone in our small village knows him from the business he and his brother were running. And so everyone knew me as well, as I was his daughter.


My Dad grew up in a working class home out in the country side. My Grandfather (his Dad) was working in the textile factory and my Grandmother was home with my Dad and his brother.
At the age of 14, my Dad was sitting at home, carving a wooden airplane and accidentally cut off an artery in his leg. He suffered from massive blood loss and they had to amputate his right leg, just below the knee. This didn't stop my Dad though, who is one of the most stubborn people I have met. He got a prosthetic leg and soon he was competing in trial motor cross, even making it as far as District Champion, he also won school competitions in skiing and skating.
Dad and his brother eventually started up their own company and soon became well known around the neighbourhood.
In 2000, Dad found out he had a brain tumour and when they removed it, he became paralyzed in his left side. This was a huge blow and he was struggling. However, being the stubborn person he was, he started his physiotherapy and soon he could walk again with a walking stick. He never regained full strength in his left side but enough to be able to drive a car again and he could walk short distances with his walking stick. As his ability to move around was limited, he spent a lot of time in his favourite chair, reading or watching TV. This eventually led to a lot of preassure on his back, causing a lot of pain. When Dad found out that there was no cure to his severe back pain, he gave up and it all went very fast. The last days before he passed away, he was not able to communicate with anybody, all he did was squeezing my hand or blinking. My Dad is the strongest, and most amazing person I have ever met. He will always be in my heart. I love you so much Dad, you are everything to me!


 

12 comments:

  1. Å. Kram. Vad skönt att du hann hem.

    /Anka

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  2. Vilket gripande inlägg du har skrivit om din fantastiske far. Jag måste få beklaga att han gick bort. Vilken tur att du i alla fall hann hem och fanns på plats när det var dags. Ta hand om dig!

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  3. I'm so sorry... Glad you got there in time, and thanks for sharing. The way you describe your father he must have been an extraordinary man. You're lucky to have had such a great dad, and he was lucky to have you as his daughter.

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  4. Vännen!!!! Jag blir alldeles tårögd när jag läser din otroligt fina varma kärleksförklaring till din pappa. Vilken person! Jag förstår verkligen att han var älskad av många och att han var din hjälte! Jag måste även säga att jag är glad för att du hann hem i tid! Att du kunde resa när du kände att du behövde och att ni fick ett par dagar tillsammans innan han dog.
    Jag fick alldeles nyss reda på att en av mina svenska vänners mamma har dött. Så sorgligt. Att man har dem hos sig och sedan plötsligt inte. Jag hoppas att du får stöd från din familj och att ni kan hjälpa varandra genom sorgen. Fast Kärleken och Saknaden efter en älskad person försvinner aldrig. Jag bär fortfarande på saknaden efter min pappa även om det nu var många många år sedan han gick bort.
    Många Varma Kramar till dig och din familj!!!

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  5. A vännen...I am so sorry to hear about your loss. My heart is with you in this time of sorrow. Skönt att du hann hem i tid!
    Skickar manga varma kramar,
    Lisa

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  6. Massor med kramar till hela din familj!

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  7. Fin beskrivning av din pappa. Det låter som en envis kämpe! Beklagar att han gått bort, men skönt att du kunde komma hem just i rätt tid. Men pappa gick bort i höstas. Det var skönt att kunna vara hemma den perioden då han var sjuk.

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  8. Så fint beskrivet och så skönt att du var där. Skickar styrkekramar till er alla!

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  9. Så fint skrivet! Så mycket kärlek! Skönt att du kunde åka hem och vara där, både för hans skull och för din skull. Nästa vecka är det 3 år sedan min pappa gick bort. Jag var med när han gick bort och det var en tröst i sorgen att ha fått vara med och fått säja det man ville ha sagt. Tillåt dig att sörja, låt det ta tid, men håll inte känslorna för dig själv.. Jag är storasyster och insåg först 1.5 år senare att jag hade tröstat och stöttat alla andra, varit stark, men glömt bort min egen sorg. Stor kram till dig och din familj!!

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  10. What an extraordinary man.. I am sorry for your lost :( but I am sure he will live in your heart and others that his life has touched along the way. Sending a hug your way...

    Mrs C

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  11. Vackert Du skrivet om din pappa!
    Styrkekram och bamsekram till dig och din familj

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  12. I'm sorry to hear about your dad. :( I lost my father to cancer more than a year ago and it's still very hard to come to terms with that fact. I wish you healing and strength as you mourn your loss.

    All the best,

    Gail
    Expat Woman in Abu Dhabi

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