Wednesday, June 12, 2013

David Norman Owens

David Norman Owens, July 22nd, 1950 to June 11th, 2013

David N. Owens of Smithville Flats, 62, died peacefully at the NYS Veterans Home in Oxford on Tuesday June 11, 2013, surrounded by family members and a close friend. He had fought a long and courageous battle with cancer. David was predeceased by his father Merlin Owens, his brother Doug and a sister Marcia; he is survived by his wife Alison (Brown) Owens, 3 sons: Jonathan (Austin) Owens of Snellville, GA, Jacob and Matthew Owens of Smithville Flats, 2 daughters: Tabitha (Ben) Welch of Lawrenceville GA, and Samantha (Kristoffer) Lyman, Salt Lake City UT. David is also survived by his mother Virginia Owens, a resident of Cortland Park Nursing Home, Cortland NY; a brother Brian Owens, Blodgett Mills NY, 2 sisters: Janie (Don) Perry, Gordonville PA and Brenda (Bob) O’Gorman, Homer NY and several nieces and nephews. His pride and joy were his 7 grandchildren: Lydia and Clara Welch, Marin and Owen Lyman, Scott and Emily Owens and David Zachary Owens who was born May 20, 2013.  David served in the US Navy during the Vietnam conflict as an Electronics Technician and furthered his education at RIT to become an Electrical Engineer.  He worked at Unison Industries in Norwich, NY for over 25 years, and will be dearly missed by his co-workers who lovingly referred to him as “Dr. Dave”.  David thoroughly enjoyed working and participating with the Boy Scouts and served as a Scoutmaster, merit badge counselor and Chaplain.  He attended many campouts and regaled the scouts with tales of his navy and hunting adventures.  He was an avid outdoorsman and long time bee-keeper. Some of his most cherished memories are with his beloved wife, children and grandchildren. David touched the lives of all those around him, sharing his love, compassion and infinite patience. He was always willing to offer a helping hand, and was commonly found in the kitchen doing dishes or offering to snuggle and rock babies to sleep. Calling hours will be Friday, June 14th from 4-7pm at the Root Funeral Home, 23 N. Chenango St., Greene, NY.  Funeral services will be held Saturday, June 15th at 10:30am at the Cortland Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 3725 Fairview Dr., Cortland NY  13045. Burial will be in Forest Hills Cemetery, Blodgett Mills, NY.  In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Boy Scout Troop 162 of Greene NY, Smithville First Responders, Greene Emergency Squad or to the New York State Veterans Home in Oxford, NY. Condolences may be sent to the family at 

I am sharing many pictures of my father through the years, and I have much to share about this process at a later time.  I will miss my dad so very, very much.  He has meant the world to me, and has been the kindest, most caring and patient man I've ever met.  He has an affinity for babies and children that I've yet to see matched in any other man, and the tenderness he felt for children  and their well-being overwhelmed and astonished so many.  If ever there was a baby that needed (or not!) holding, he would be there to offer a hand, a lap, and some funny faces.  He raised 5 children together with his eternal companion, my sweet mother and taught us the value of love, patience, hard work and friendship.  While it's been so hard to say goodbye to this amazing man, I have been lucky to have had him as my father for the time I did.  He has now moved on to comfort those who may not have had a chance to have a great dad.  I will share more on my thoughts later.  Please enjoy these pictures.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

My Father: The Final Steps

This is going to be an incredibly journal-esque post, and I have so many deep emotions that I am still working hard to process.

My father is dying.  This singular phrase has, over the course of the last 8 months, taken my family on the most nauseating, horrifically painful, emotionally exhausting roller coaster I have ever experienced.  To be even more blunt, it has been the freaking suckiest I-don't-swear-but-I've-never-wanted-to-swear-more-in-my-life experience EVER.  I have kept so much of this experience very quiet, but the end is near; my father is soon to take his final steps to the next realm, and begin his post-mortal journey on the other side of the veil...and I'm sad.

My visit to New York in October of last year was strangely on par with some almost prophetic thoughts I had before I went.  I knew my dad was having pain, but there was something inside of me that didn't want to go to NY, some part of me that already knew that the trip would be the beginning of a journey I sooo didn't want to take; the journey of saying goodbye to a father I love.  I told my husband about it, and he understood.  The entire 10 days in NY was spent holding in sobs of grief and anguish, listening to my father moan in pain from the room next door, seeing the lab results and trembling with sorrow as I told my father what they were, and sitting in the room with my father as the doctor told him he may not make it to his 63rd birthday...July 22nd.  That trip was the beginning of an 8 month ride on the roller coaster from (seemingly) hell, itself.

Each and every step from that trip in October has been littered with filthy, bad news.  A simple turn for the worse would have spared my father, my mother and the rest of us the emotional and physical anguish of the alternative, prolonged suffering.  We started with pain, and went through multiple ER visits, then days and days and days of phone calls with multiple hospital staff, then surgery, then another surgery, then another surgery, then prolonged healing, then infections, then immobilization, then transportation issues, then transfusions, then chemo, then more infections, then more transfusions, then fighting with a mean crochety old nurse, and talking with doctors who thought I was incompetent, then nursing home placement, while additionally thinking of how everything was affecting my mother financially (the system does NOT take care of you, my friends, learn it now, be prepared), more infections because the nursing home BOTCHED patient placement, fighting with nursing home nurses, having tense family phone calls with all 5 children and a mother with emotions running high, and all the while trying to play the level-headed nurse-daughter.  

If I tell you I've called my mom almost every day for the last 8 months, would you believe me?  If I told you I spent an entire day making repetitive phone calls to 8 different modalities to get them to give my dad some attention at the hospital, would yo believe me?  If I told you I've gotten panic phone calls from my dad in the middle of the night, would you believe me?  Perhaps that I called the nursing home nurses station 30 times in a row one night because no one was answering the phone?  Or maybe that I fought tooth and nail with 4 different nurses at the nursing home multiple times over the fact that they exposed my father to an infection that he contracted?  There's always the phone calls to the NYS Department of Health, or maybe the calls to the Director of Nursing she never returned.

All of this while trying to encourage and support a father to get better and work hard and not knowing if he was actually going to get better, or even be *able* to work hard.  And watching him waste away into a crippled, sallow, shadow of the man I remember, as the cancer sucked the life out through his bones, day by day.  Seeing my sweet, strong, capable mother witness the same thing, only through the eyes of a wife, and knowing she must be hurting twice as much.

I have cried so many times for so many things over the course of the last 8 months.  I've cried for my dad, and my mom, and for me of course.  I've cried for my little brother who was so blinded with grief he couldn't bring himself to see his own father for 8 weeks for fear he would be forced to face reality.  I've cried for my children, knowing they wouldn't have a grandpa to come visit them on their birthday.  I've cried because there were days when I couldn't bear to be the strong one for  It completely exhausted me to be the un-emotional-objective-nurse, while still trying to allow myself to deal with the hurt and the sadness.  And even though everyone who has walked this earth since the beginning of time has lost their father, and knowing that death is a part of life, I still cried because, I hadn't lost him yet, and I still haven't.  

So I am still crying.  I am still crying, because the journey has not ended yet.  I am still crying because deep down, I am a little girl who is losing her daddy, and that makes me sad.  I love my dad.  And he has been the best father I could have ever hoped to have in this life.  I have so many wonderful memories of this man who gave me life, and now, I need to start saying my final good-byes.

My father is feeling that the time is very near, and his bishop who gave him a blessing last night also feels the time is very near.  So my plan to visit for July 4th has been moved to this weekend.  My father is dying, and this may well be the last time I see him alive.  

My wonderful husband has been so understanding and supportive, and has caught every tear that I have shed on his shoulders as he has held me close.  I'm grateful that he cares and his family cares, because honestly, there are moments when even though I know loss surrounds everyone, it feels like no one cares.  Friends whom I love, don't seem to care that my dad is dying...and I have to tell myself, "Hey, it's not *their* dad, so they aren't going to be emotional.".  But I still feel like they should, and I'm still struggling with how to feel about that.

I've wanted to be able to write down my thoughts for so long, and here they are.  The journey is not done, there are still those final steps to take, and I will cry again and again, to cleanse my soul of this bitter and painful experience, so I can start to heal this long and deep wound.

My father is dying, and I'm going home to say good-bye.