Today
is the 6 year anniversary of the passing of my Dad. So I'd like to remember him by sharing a story with all of you.
One day my Dad was outside cutting down a tree with a chainsaw while my Mom and I were talking inside the house. Suddenly the chainsaw stopped and my Dad appeared at our front door. The front door has a large window built into it so we could only see my Dad from the waist up. My Dad looked at us and calmly said, "I don't want you to freak out or nothing but I just cut open my leg with the chainsaw."
Of course we freaked out and we started yelling, "We got to get you to the hospital." At which point he said, "No, not yet. I want to change my clothes first."
I was like," What the fuck! Are you kidding me!" He had buried the chainsaw into his thigh just above the knee and a huge slice of his leg was just gone and he wants to change his clothes. Christ Almighty!
For those who didn't know my Dad, you should know, there was no point in arguing with him about it - so my Mom and I carried him down the steps and into their bedroom to change his pants and his underwear while holding a bloody rag against his bleeding leg.
I guess years of hearing his mother say, "Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you`re in an accident." - had a very huge impact on him.
So we got him dressed, to the car, and my Mom drove him the hospital - where he got layers upon layers of stitching and a, "You're quite lucky. You managed to miss all the important stuff in your leg," from the Doctor.
So that was the first time he cut his leg with the chainsaw. Maybe next year I'll tell you about the second time. No kidding - there was a second time.
God, I loved that man!
One day my Dad was outside cutting down a tree with a chainsaw while my Mom and I were talking inside the house. Suddenly the chainsaw stopped and my Dad appeared at our front door. The front door has a large window built into it so we could only see my Dad from the waist up. My Dad looked at us and calmly said, "I don't want you to freak out or nothing but I just cut open my leg with the chainsaw."
Of course we freaked out and we started yelling, "We got to get you to the hospital." At which point he said, "No, not yet. I want to change my clothes first."
I was like," What the fuck! Are you kidding me!" He had buried the chainsaw into his thigh just above the knee and a huge slice of his leg was just gone and he wants to change his clothes. Christ Almighty!
For those who didn't know my Dad, you should know, there was no point in arguing with him about it - so my Mom and I carried him down the steps and into their bedroom to change his pants and his underwear while holding a bloody rag against his bleeding leg.
I guess years of hearing his mother say, "Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you`re in an accident." - had a very huge impact on him.
So we got him dressed, to the car, and my Mom drove him the hospital - where he got layers upon layers of stitching and a, "You're quite lucky. You managed to miss all the important stuff in your leg," from the Doctor.
So that was the first time he cut his leg with the chainsaw. Maybe next year I'll tell you about the second time. No kidding - there was a second time.
God, I loved that man!
4 comments:
Aww dude. He had No Choice. He couldn't EVER. Argue with your Mom. Have you ever seen her giving him the woman's look. Trust me. A cut leg. Isn't even going to hurt as much as upsetting her by not listening. But yeah. I feel your love. Cause he's. Been brave to not upset her. Ido feel the love. Love. Your dad.
Yeah, your right!
I lost my dad 11 years ago but I feel blessed for having him in my life for as long as he was. He always encouraged everything I took an interest in. He named the Cave of Cool.
My Dad took me to my first comic shop, before that I was buying comics from local corner market. It was a magical moment in a young Dorks life! The Cave of Cool is one sweet name, dude!
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