My late father. He passed away July 21, 2014.
Back in January that year, I came home from work, and he told me that he made some eggs and grits. But when he ate it, it was too hot, but his reflexes made him swallow it anyways. Which basically boiled his insides… ☹️
He refused to let me call emergency services, hell he even told me that if I did so without his permission, he would shoot them, and yes he slept on a couch loaded with multiple guns under the couch cushions. He even threatened to kill me if I called emergency services without his permission.
5 months in, I realized that daddy wasn’t gonna recover, as he was seeking cell phone signal the morning before I was about to head out to work. Daddy like never called anybody, so when I saw him seeking a good cell signal, I asked him if he wanted me to step out and call 911 myself.
He said, and I quote, “Hold the fuck on, I’m getting ready”
Needless to say, I missed work that day. I got him to the hospital, where he lived for another month or so, but passed away because he didn’t tend to his health back in January when the situation happened.
I’d write out more about this, but it’s too sad for me to think more on.
Damnit daddy, I coulda saved you, if you weren’t so stubborn!
☹️😭💀
Well look at this fat cat here that can afford multiple milks…
Nah, for real, put the newest milk in the back, use up the oldest milk first.