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Hershels heart attack June 9, 2011

June 9, 2012

Today I want to write about Hershel heart attack.  today makes exactly a year since that dreadful day.  The day started off pretty good.  Hershel seemed to be normal.  That morning our landlord came over and spent about an hour or so with us.  Hershel was laughing and cutting up as usual.  Soon after the landlord left Hershel said he wasn't feeling very well and that maybe he just needed something to eat.  I went into the kitchen and fixed him a bowl of soup.  He loved chicken and noodle.  He sat at the head of the table as he always did, said his prayer and tried to eat.  He only took a few bites and decided he needed to lay down.  A few minutes later he  began yelling my name and wanted me to come in the bedroom.  He was pale as a ghost, sweating and vomiting.  He told me to call 911 so I did.  The ambulance arrived and he was sitting on the couch waiting.  Trying to be calm I guess.  As soon as they got there his condition got worse.  They immediately put him on the ambulance and we took him to Gulf Coast Hospital in ft. Myers, Florida.  It took forever to get there.  Once we arrived at the hospital, the nightmare really began.  I had just saw my dad go through this same thing and I was terrified for Hershel.  I thought I was gona lose him then.  The surgeons and doctors took me in a room and told me what was happening.  They decided to wait til the next day to decide about the surgery.  Hershel had so many other problems the doctors decided it would probably be best to treat the heart atttack medically rather than do surgery.  His family didn't much like that but Hershel was listening to his doctor.   After a few days in ICU they moved him to another room.  Poor Hershel was getting so confused from all the morphine.  He couldn't understand why he had to keep moving.  I tried my best to help him understand but he was angry at the world and was imaginging things because of the medication so the hospital decided to give him a sitter to make sure he didn't do anything crazy.  He figured out real quick that he needed to snap out of whatever it was and convince the doctors he was mentally ok.  He's really smart and can do anything he put his mind too.  Soon after I was called in to talk to the psychologist with Hershel and she agreed to let him come home. From then on I had to be with Hershel 24 hours a day.  He was afraid to  be alone.   He never was quite the same after the heart attack but he was still my Hershel.  I made it my mission to take the best care of him that I could.  I just knew he would survive longer than he did but God had another plan.  I would go back today to taking care of him even though it was hard because it made me happy to give back to him a little of what he gave to me.   He was awesome.  The best thing that ever happened to me.

 

August 25. The day I met my Angel.

May 23, 2012

On August 25, 2007 I decided to go out with my brother to have a little fun.  I had recently gone through a tough time and had just reunited with my brother after 9 long years. Anyway that night as I was on my way to the restroom and almost ready to go home, I practically ran into him and almost spilt his drink.  As it turns out, he was on his way out the door but I believe with all my heart, God stopped him from leaving by letting me run into him.  At that time he introudced himself to me.  He was such a gentlemen and so different than anyone I had ever met.  He gave me his business card, said goodbye and probably never gave it a second thought.  I am a very shy person but the next day I got brave enough to call him.  He answered.  Again was a gentleman and we set a date for the following Wednesday.  He tried so hard on that first date to make things perfect.  He first took me to his home and introduced me to Wayne Thompson(another great guy) and then we headed to the beach.  The beach was his favorite place.  It made him feel peaceful and closer to God.  He helped me to discover why the beach is so wonderful that night.  Anyway, it rained so we had to leave.  His plans were ruined but I told him it was fine.  We went back to his home and talked ALOT.  Hershel was a talker.  He tried his best that night to tell me everything about himself.  He was lonesome and just wanted someone to spend the rest of his life with him.  He wanted to explore every  place possible.  Although Hershel was alot older than me, there was something in me that just couldn't get enough of him.  I had never been around anyone so kind, generous, understanding and sincere.  He genuinely wanted to know about me.  This is so hard for me to write.  I have had such a hard time with his death.  It's been 7 months and 9 days since I lost him.  I pray that I will never forget the way he made me feel and the things he taught me.  I have so many stories about Hershel and I am so glad I found an outlet.  I only hope that if his family sees this, especially Donna, that they will know that I truly was in love with him and he with me.  I never meant to hurt anyone and that I am so thankful to them and to God for allowing Hershel to be in my life.  He has truly made a difference in the way I see life and in the way I live it.  I know that I had to go through alot of the things I did so thta I could find Gods will for my life.  I hope I never forget all the lessons and even the pain because thats what keeps me on the straight and narrow.  Hershel thanked me, which I still don't truly understand, for renewing his faith in God and for helping him believe in the Holy Spirit and in prayer.  I am so glad that he told me that because I truly want to make a difference with everyone I meet and because of Hershel I know that is entirely possible.  I apologize that I haven't uploaded any pictures yet but all my pictures were deleted from my computer.  If it so happens that anyone in his family sees this, plese upload a picture or go to my facebook page and he is at the top of my page.  I just really want people to know what an awesome and incredible person he was and also that he is still impacting my life daily.

I MISS YOU MY DARLING HERSHEL

WITH LOVE,

CONNIE