Ice Hockey Players
23-12-2004, 07:12
Well, no longer is he my future father-in-law, as he suffered a fatal heart attack yesterday morning and was pronounced dead at 11-something A.M. This came after Apples and Bununus, my girlfriend and future wife, called 911 to help him and he urged her to call off the squad. He fought the emergency workers and didn't want to go to the hospital. (He had refused medical treatment consistently for many years despite a chronic shoulder problem, allergies, and a persistent cough.)
I don't think I will ever forget waking up to hear my cell phone ring at 9:47 AM yesterday morning, about an hour or so before I usually get up due to my evening job, and my girlfriend on the other end frantically shouting, "Ken's having a heart attack!" Normally if she called me at an odd hour I would go back to sleep, but no way in hell was I doing that. I jumped in the shower, threw on some clothes, and scrambled to the hospital...well, not really; the squad was taking care of him, and I had to explain what was going on to my folks, so I got there shortly before he was pronouced dead.
The especially heartbreaking thing about all this is that Ken was lost in the exact same manner in which Apples and Bununus lost her father 12 years ago - a sudden heart attack. Both of them were feeling fine shortly before their downfalls; Ken and I were chatting like normal the night before on the way home from work (yes, we were co-workers.) It was cold as hell, so cold that my car didn't even blow hot air when the engine was warm. Ever since, I haven't been back to work, and neither has Apples and Bununus or her mom. We returned Ken's Christmas gifts; he was getting an Xbox and I was waiting to play some games with him. He was going to teach her a card trick before he died, but never got the chance.
Ken was a graduate of Ohio State University and a veteran of the Vietnam War, serving in the Marine Corps and earning a Purple Heart after a grenade hit him. He had three sons by a previous marriage and a stepdaughter whom I intend to marry one day. Services are this Friday for him; it still doesn't register with me or anyone else here hearing "Ken's dead." It still doesn't make sense.
I don't think I will ever forget waking up to hear my cell phone ring at 9:47 AM yesterday morning, about an hour or so before I usually get up due to my evening job, and my girlfriend on the other end frantically shouting, "Ken's having a heart attack!" Normally if she called me at an odd hour I would go back to sleep, but no way in hell was I doing that. I jumped in the shower, threw on some clothes, and scrambled to the hospital...well, not really; the squad was taking care of him, and I had to explain what was going on to my folks, so I got there shortly before he was pronouced dead.
The especially heartbreaking thing about all this is that Ken was lost in the exact same manner in which Apples and Bununus lost her father 12 years ago - a sudden heart attack. Both of them were feeling fine shortly before their downfalls; Ken and I were chatting like normal the night before on the way home from work (yes, we were co-workers.) It was cold as hell, so cold that my car didn't even blow hot air when the engine was warm. Ever since, I haven't been back to work, and neither has Apples and Bununus or her mom. We returned Ken's Christmas gifts; he was getting an Xbox and I was waiting to play some games with him. He was going to teach her a card trick before he died, but never got the chance.
Ken was a graduate of Ohio State University and a veteran of the Vietnam War, serving in the Marine Corps and earning a Purple Heart after a grenade hit him. He had three sons by a previous marriage and a stepdaughter whom I intend to marry one day. Services are this Friday for him; it still doesn't register with me or anyone else here hearing "Ken's dead." It still doesn't make sense.