Father died on 25 July 2014 at 11:30pm. It was a warm, balmy Friday night in Miami Beach, Florida. He had been in hospital for about 3 weeks. Brought in, revived en route after two, maybe three cardiac arrests that first night. It was early July. It was 2 July when mother called to tell me father was taken to hospital. I arrived in Miami Beach on 8 July.
He was in the icu for most of the three weeks. He was conscious some of the time. Lucid. Joking with us. But he was also intubated the whole time. They tried twice to remove the breathing machine but he needed it to live. The last two days he spent in hospice until he passed away.
The doctors, the nurses, they were all great. Helpful. Kind. And they kept him free of pain.
It was about a year and 8 months before I could go down to the beach in my bare feet and enjoy the feel of the ocean caress my toes. I was grieving.
25.07.14. Changes. Time is different. Again. Dad is gone. Numb. Trying to ‘get it’. Sam is no longer with us. Bonjour tristesse. Good morning sadness.
23.06.18 Time can be a painful thing. More change. My uncle Herman is gone. This is hard. I miss him every day. We talked a lot. Went to Lenny’s for pizza. Lucky to see him often during the last 4 years of his life. We became close again.
06.01.19 Tante is gone now too. Ella was taken years ago by Alzheimer’s. Today her body was taken. I loved her. She was a second mother to me. Ella and Herman. I can’t believe it.
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