been tough the past couple weeks; I can't stop thinking about my Dad.
When I wake up, he is the first thought I have. I feel guilty because I
was at school the day he passed and wasn't able to visit him. I feel as though
I could've been able to save him if I were there because I would've insisted
that he went to the hospital. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to go
back to the hospital. I would've asked him what he wanted more, to live or to
remain at Rehab. I could have told him that the hospital is the place that
would be able give him the amount of oxygen he needed so he could breathe. He
would've gone to the hospital; I know I could've convinced him. So I basically
blame myself for his death and I can't take it.
My Mom and I went to the hospital today to visit
with the Nurses and Unit Techs who took care of my Dad while in ICU and
Telemetry. That was very emotional as my Dad had a way with people,
especially these Nurses. They all adored him, as he did them. They
sent us a lovely sympathy card and signed it with such beautiful messages.
Who does that? What hospital do you know does that? They are all
such incredible people!!! If you EVER need medical attention and need to
be in ICU or Telemetry, I HIGHLY recommend Holland Hospital.
WHILE my Dad was on the ventilator last year, he
flirted with one of the Nurses. He had signaled her over to him with his
finger, and after she came close to him, he raised his eyebrows at her and
smiled. Yes, even with a vent down his throat, my Dad could still smile
and brighten anyone’s day. She laughed and said "Oh you are just too
cute". She told other Nurses that he was the first man to flirt with
her while on the vent. =D Another Nurse was also quite attached to
my Dad. She cried the night my Dad was released from the hospital and
told us today that she knew that would be the last time she saw him
:*( She said after she had heard of my Dad's passing, while sitting at
home watching golf with her husband, she started crying. Her husband
asked why she was crying and she said, "I used to watch golf all the time
with Mr. Miedema". Her husband then asked, "Who is Mr.
Miedema?", and she went on to tell him that he was one of her
All of my Dad's Nurses and Unit Techs who were
working today came up to us and hugged both my Mom and I, and told us what
a wonderful man my Dad was and how much they all adored him. Like I said,
he had that special way about him where people would love him the moment they
met him. Even his roommate at the Rehab; he had only known him for 8 days
and my Dad had made a huge impact on him. He wrote us the most beautiful
note/letter about his time with my Dad and the conversations they had.
What a special guy his roommate was, too.
LOVE AND MISS YOU, DAD!!
|Dad with my Cousin, Jeff...Summer 1959|
|Dad fishing in Ludington...approximate year 1998|
|My Dad with my daughter, Stepfanie...October 29, 1987|
|Dad, Stepfanie, and Mom...June 2005|
|Mom, Stepfanie, Spencer, and Dad...January 11, 2011|
|Dad and Benny...November 2012|