Jimmybob
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- May 26, 2012
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On Saturday the 30th of August, the Tigers beat the Sydney Swans to cement their second finals berth in as many years. It was also the biggest and most meaningful game of my 21 years of life and following the Richmond Football Club.
At 5:02am on Saturday the 30th of August, I answered the worst call of my life.. it was my Sister calling to tell me our Dad had passed away in hospital after a long battle against countless things. He was 57. I packed some things, and made my way to pick her and my 2 older Brothers up to go to the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital at around 7am, where we made our way into the room our Dad was still in. It was the hardest thing we have all ever had to do. As I watched my Brothers and Sister cry, I couldn't help but stare at his lifeless body. It didn't feel real, I swear I could see his chest moving up and down.
Skip forward to 9am, and two of my Dad's Uncles are with us. As time went by, I still hadn't cried. By 9:30am, the nurses had asked us to take 10 minutes to say goodbye so they could move him to a room to be picked up by the funeral home. After everyone else had kissed and said their goodbyes, I remember my Brother asking me if I wanted to kiss him and if I wanted everyone to leave the room. I couldn't. I ran out of the room and down the hallway and broke down. It had hit me.. like a truck to the face. All I could picture was kissing him and telling him I loved him just hours earlier on Friday night. Now I couldn't. I just couldn't.
We all sat out in the courtyard for an hour, and as everyone talked I stared into the sky and remembered the last thing I spoke to him about; the Richmond game. I couldn't miss it.. Dad wouldn't want me to. So I made a promise to myself that I would be home by 4:40pm to sit down and watch it. And I did. As the game went on, I couldn't help but feel like he was having an influence on the game for me. As Titch got the ball with 6 minutes to go in the last quarter, I got a massive shiver down my spine.. almost as if to say, "this is for you." The ball sailed down the wing and bounced towards Dusty and Richards, I jumped up off the floor and grabbed my head thinking no way this is happening, and then the weirdest thing happened; it was almost as if Richards was pushed and tripped, but nothing was there. Dusty grabbed the ball and ran for his life to kick through the sealer to push us into the finals.
I felt like I needed to write this down, and thought I'd share it with everyone on here. The Richmond board is a place I can come to when I feel like I can't go anywhere else. So thanks for reading.
R.I.P. Dad, the mad Geelong fan
p.s. Sorry if it's poorly written, and thanks for reading.
p.p.s. Dad left a message for Poort
At 5:02am on Saturday the 30th of August, I answered the worst call of my life.. it was my Sister calling to tell me our Dad had passed away in hospital after a long battle against countless things. He was 57. I packed some things, and made my way to pick her and my 2 older Brothers up to go to the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital at around 7am, where we made our way into the room our Dad was still in. It was the hardest thing we have all ever had to do. As I watched my Brothers and Sister cry, I couldn't help but stare at his lifeless body. It didn't feel real, I swear I could see his chest moving up and down.
Skip forward to 9am, and two of my Dad's Uncles are with us. As time went by, I still hadn't cried. By 9:30am, the nurses had asked us to take 10 minutes to say goodbye so they could move him to a room to be picked up by the funeral home. After everyone else had kissed and said their goodbyes, I remember my Brother asking me if I wanted to kiss him and if I wanted everyone to leave the room. I couldn't. I ran out of the room and down the hallway and broke down. It had hit me.. like a truck to the face. All I could picture was kissing him and telling him I loved him just hours earlier on Friday night. Now I couldn't. I just couldn't.
We all sat out in the courtyard for an hour, and as everyone talked I stared into the sky and remembered the last thing I spoke to him about; the Richmond game. I couldn't miss it.. Dad wouldn't want me to. So I made a promise to myself that I would be home by 4:40pm to sit down and watch it. And I did. As the game went on, I couldn't help but feel like he was having an influence on the game for me. As Titch got the ball with 6 minutes to go in the last quarter, I got a massive shiver down my spine.. almost as if to say, "this is for you." The ball sailed down the wing and bounced towards Dusty and Richards, I jumped up off the floor and grabbed my head thinking no way this is happening, and then the weirdest thing happened; it was almost as if Richards was pushed and tripped, but nothing was there. Dusty grabbed the ball and ran for his life to kick through the sealer to push us into the finals.
I felt like I needed to write this down, and thought I'd share it with everyone on here. The Richmond board is a place I can come to when I feel like I can't go anywhere else. So thanks for reading.
R.I.P. Dad, the mad Geelong fan
p.s. Sorry if it's poorly written, and thanks for reading.
p.p.s. Dad left a message for Poort