My last post was so negative that I had to write this one just to even it out.
I am currently in BC, where I started from two months ago because I got a call two weeks ago asking me to call my brother and ask him to come early because if he wanted to see my father before he died it was imperative that him come immediately. I made that call and my brother left early to come down from his home in northern BC. When I mentioned this at work, several people asked me if I was going. At first I didn't even consider it. All the reasons: its too expensive, I'm a new employee and won't be able to get leave, etc. Then it occurred to me that this is not something you don't do because of money. There are no do-overs after death. So I bought a ticket and with the help of my principal, managed to get compassion leave from work.
I have to say this: when the chips are down, a small community in Nunavut is the best place to be. People who barely know me and have never met my father were making cards and praying for us. They have been so kind, all of them. People who have lost their own parents came up and hugged me and didn't say stupid things that don't help. Just hugged me. Because they know how much this hurts.
I'm in BC now and have been since Friday. My father isn't doing well. He is in pain and we know he wants to let go. He is scared and it's hard to see but I'm glad I am getting to spend this time with him and will be able to say goodbye.
It seems so unfair. A man like my father, having to die this painful and undignified death. In this day and age of men who don't take responsibility.... My father was a man who always took care of his family first. He went to work his sheet metal job while my mother took care of their five kids. They were both strict parents, took us to church every week, upheld high standards for us, always behaved well in front of us kids. No swearing, drinking, drugs, etc. They both worked hard and were always there for us. I grew up not even knowing how awful life could have been if I didn't have my parents because they didn't let us see the hard things in life until later.
Originally this post was going to be about how much I appreciated the support I got in Kimmirut before I left but I see it's morphing into something else. I will wrap it up by saying tht this is one of the hardest things I've had to go through and the support I received from almost strangers was touching. I will be back in Kimmirut on Tuesday and will pick up where I left off.