Yesterday, our father, Stephen Bicigo Sr (aka Wankel or Yooper) passed away. Cancer had taken over his body these last few months and it was fast.
We were there all morning doing projects for him and bringing him things he needed. We left him all settled in on his couch to watch the Packer Game. The Packers Won. And then Dad passed away. His good friend and nurse lady was there as he took his last breaths. It was calm.
Dad wanted to die in his log cabin in the woods. He got his wish.
We helped him build that cabin, log by log, board by board.
The last few years we had a bunch of projects to do,
and Dad did very well as a supervisor
After fixing the roof this last month, the family gathered in his famous garage to watch the Packer Game.
Yup, has a big beautiful log cabin,
but everyone gathers in the garage all the time....
Da Yoopers Garage
He will tell ya what to do
How to do it
or how you SHOULD have done it!
Bye Dad, may there be log cabin garages in Heaven.
Well, our little grandbaby Whitney is holding her own. Her visits to the doc are plentiful, and I am trying to go along with as many as I can to help our daughter Heather.
Whitney is gaining weight, but needs to gain more. She isn't yet developing her own blood platletes, but will be going back again on Friday for more testing. All good thoughts, prayers and well wishes are welcomed for our sweet little gal.
We love her sooo much!
As for my dad, while we were waiting for some tests on Friday, our nephew and his fiance stopped by with their two children for a visit. Sometimes you just need a little laugh at times like this.... so we made a little movie clip in the hospital room:
We sprung Dad from the hospital on Saturday. Once the doc mentioned discharge, he just about FLEW outta the bed, asking me to get his clothes! Well, his IV was still attached and he had to wait for the paperwork to properly release him.
Once we got outside where he could breathe and walk and stretch, it was like letting an animal out of cage. A smile was back on his face! Just look at that smile! (please, don't look at the worry on my face)
Our oldest brother brought him home to his snug little cabin in the woods. We helped him build this over 30 years ago, and this is where he wants to be. Who can blame him?
He got all settled in and my brother cut the grass and did some odd jobs around the place for him. Then on Sunday our youngest brother, my sister and her husband (a cancer survivor himself) all went to visit and hang out and help with some projects.
They kept him occupied and he was happy to have company.
I think this is a very good pic of my sister and my dad.....
His phone was ringing off the hook of course, and he was glad to have contact with people now that he was sprung from the hospital. I hope people keep contacting him to keep his spirits up. No time frame, just knowing he will be home where he wants to be is good for him.
Steve and I will be going up on Friday to get him set up with his local doc and I am transferring all his hospital record stuff from the tests that were done (so he don't have to go through them all again) Next week we meet with the county gal with info on hospice and other services available in the region. She was so nice and helpful on the phone, and had a lot of information to give.
The bugger of it all is that I must have picked up a flu bug or virus at the hospital myself. I am down and out here with fever, chills etc. and not doing so hot. Today, I was supposed to pick up grandtots Allegra and Mason for an overnight visit, but I had to cancel, sadly. I hate disappointing my wee ones.... I spent the day in bed, and this evening is the first I have wandered down to the couch and opened the laptop up. I think I am going back to bed....
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