TUNLBOTR
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July 2, 2013.
Taps.
Here I am, surrounded by many family members. The flag has been folded. Its a beautiful morning in Arlington,Va.
Then they play Taps.
Its been a long year since the phone call.We all knew dad wasn't feeling well. Doctors don't have to guess, its official.
cancer.
No matter how much you think you can handle it, it shows on your face. A year ago I thought I had the tiger by the tail. Opportunity to build some neat stuff, a woman who loves me, it was all too good.
Second opinion says it is aggressive.
By labor day it was official, stage IV prostate cancer. In an attempt to fight it off, chemo was ordered and agreed to in New York.I left to be by his side, knowing that the doctors didn't give him long, but were going to try and slow it down.
Family comes first, I dont't give a tinkers **** who you are.Returned 2 weeks later, knowing all the facts.Mel asked me to remember him as he used to be, not what he had become.Deirdre and I had planned to wait until he was better and get married when he got back to florida, but time got in the way.
October 17, I celebrated my 50th birthday, and got married Oct. 20 in a very private ceremony, without dad there.He was in great pain, it had spread to his bladder and spine.Chemo ravaged his good parts, and several surgerys to stop internal bleeding followed.
Nov.13. by then he was in Nashville TN with my brother and wife and family there, and we celebrated his 90th birthday. He was very frail, couldn't eat.
I returned to Nashville for Thanksgiving, and arrived just after the ambulance rushed him to the hospital.Pneumonia. Turkey day we got him a blood transfusion, and stayed bedside.
Dec.8
He had been back at the house 2 days.They called hospice, and tryed to ease the pain with Morphine. He watched the Army Navy game, and went to sleep , after Navy won.
The morning of the 9th, my phone rang.
July 2, 2013.
Taps.
Melvin Charles Premo, loving husband and father, was finally laid to rest. We waited because my stepmom, in caring for him, had fractured two vertebrae lifting him out of the bed in New York, and she wanted to be able to walk, not be bound in a wheelchair.
A Navy Veteran of 32 years, he enlisted in 1942 as a Seaman's Apprentice, and headed to the South Pacific. He retired in 1971 as Commancer of VP45, the P3 Orion Sub-chaser squadron based out of NAS Jax.A Mustang. did it the hard way.
I held his ashes, carried him up the walk to his final resting place, and placed him beside mom, who entered Arlington in 1999.
Sometimes life gets in the way, as does death.
To the people I told, thanks for putting up with what I was, a train wreck.
Julian, who talked to me while I was In TN with him.
Mike Zaborowski, thanks for your kindness.
Bill Gibson, the rockets Mike sent helped to let me get away from it.The Hug and compassion are always with me.
Tom Foley, thanks for listening, and caring about me.
Ron Shaw, you're aces bud.
Ron Drake, thanks for the kind words at christmas, just couldn't talk though.
Drew,
You put up with a lot of tears from me, and I am forever indebted to you and Georganna for the kindness.
The races I missed, time on here I missed, just didn't want to talk to or be around anyone. The people close know that about me. To the rest of you, I now am trying to get back to where I was.
Taps.
Here I am, surrounded by many family members. The flag has been folded. Its a beautiful morning in Arlington,Va.
Then they play Taps.
Its been a long year since the phone call.We all knew dad wasn't feeling well. Doctors don't have to guess, its official.
cancer.
No matter how much you think you can handle it, it shows on your face. A year ago I thought I had the tiger by the tail. Opportunity to build some neat stuff, a woman who loves me, it was all too good.
Second opinion says it is aggressive.
By labor day it was official, stage IV prostate cancer. In an attempt to fight it off, chemo was ordered and agreed to in New York.I left to be by his side, knowing that the doctors didn't give him long, but were going to try and slow it down.
Family comes first, I dont't give a tinkers **** who you are.Returned 2 weeks later, knowing all the facts.Mel asked me to remember him as he used to be, not what he had become.Deirdre and I had planned to wait until he was better and get married when he got back to florida, but time got in the way.
October 17, I celebrated my 50th birthday, and got married Oct. 20 in a very private ceremony, without dad there.He was in great pain, it had spread to his bladder and spine.Chemo ravaged his good parts, and several surgerys to stop internal bleeding followed.
Nov.13. by then he was in Nashville TN with my brother and wife and family there, and we celebrated his 90th birthday. He was very frail, couldn't eat.
I returned to Nashville for Thanksgiving, and arrived just after the ambulance rushed him to the hospital.Pneumonia. Turkey day we got him a blood transfusion, and stayed bedside.
Dec.8
He had been back at the house 2 days.They called hospice, and tryed to ease the pain with Morphine. He watched the Army Navy game, and went to sleep , after Navy won.
The morning of the 9th, my phone rang.
July 2, 2013.
Taps.
Melvin Charles Premo, loving husband and father, was finally laid to rest. We waited because my stepmom, in caring for him, had fractured two vertebrae lifting him out of the bed in New York, and she wanted to be able to walk, not be bound in a wheelchair.
A Navy Veteran of 32 years, he enlisted in 1942 as a Seaman's Apprentice, and headed to the South Pacific. He retired in 1971 as Commancer of VP45, the P3 Orion Sub-chaser squadron based out of NAS Jax.A Mustang. did it the hard way.
I held his ashes, carried him up the walk to his final resting place, and placed him beside mom, who entered Arlington in 1999.
Sometimes life gets in the way, as does death.
To the people I told, thanks for putting up with what I was, a train wreck.
Julian, who talked to me while I was In TN with him.
Mike Zaborowski, thanks for your kindness.
Bill Gibson, the rockets Mike sent helped to let me get away from it.The Hug and compassion are always with me.
Tom Foley, thanks for listening, and caring about me.
Ron Shaw, you're aces bud.
Ron Drake, thanks for the kind words at christmas, just couldn't talk though.
Drew,
You put up with a lot of tears from me, and I am forever indebted to you and Georganna for the kindness.
The races I missed, time on here I missed, just didn't want to talk to or be around anyone. The people close know that about me. To the rest of you, I now am trying to get back to where I was.
