Beginning back in March, I had lost my job and taken to being an independent contractor in the gig economy to try and make ends meet. At the same time, my father had started losing weight, complaining about not feeling well, and started becoming irrationally angry. I would constantly talk with him, bringing up that he should go see a doctor. He would always decline. These conversations continued until late May, and by early June he had stopped picking up his phone.
In June, he had become angrier, spending most of his time in bed. I had taken to stopping by his home each day to take care of his animals as he was very rarely up and moving. On the rare times he was up and moving, he was moving unsteadily at a shuffle. Compared to his ability to walk, talk, and drive just a few months earlier, it was a stark contrast. He could barely walk, and no longer drive. The food in the refrigerator was left untouched, slowly molding. Still, he refused to seek out help.
On July 22nd, one of his neighbors called the non-emergency police for a wellness check, as he had left his dog out while my father had fallen asleep. He was responsive, and EMS did a vitals check. But, he was spending more and more of his time sleeping. If he wasn’t sleeping, then he was complaining about how unwell he was feeling. It was at this time he finally decided to make an appointment to see a doctor for Monday, August 3rd.
I arrived at his home on the 3rd to take him to the doctor. He complained more about not feeling well, and refused to go his doctor’s appointment. That day I told him I was taking his dog to make sure that she would be cared for. I also tried speaking with him about whether or not he had a will. After a thorough search of his home I have decided that he was not aware of the questions I was asking him anymore.
On the 5th of August, I stopped by again. This time to do some light cleaning around his home. Around 3:30 in the afternoon he tried twice to stand from his bed. He fell each time, with his lower jaw looking as if it was trying to retract into his neck. I brought him a cane, told him that I loved him, and then went to the neighbors to inform them that I didn’t believe he was going to be living much longer. They, again, called the non-emergency police line. The police showed up a little after 4. My father was unresponsive. EMS quickly followed the police, and confirmed that he had passed.
Since then, I have been unable to keep my bank account in the positive, my credit cards are currently maxed out, I am unable to pay his mortgage company to keep his home from being foreclosed on, and I have been unable to take care of any bills. Thank you to whoever can help me. I feel like I’m drowning in sorrow and debt.