Jools
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@aintnouse my dad passed in August 09. 7 weeks from his 90th. It's a real testament to his will to survive as his body suffered a great deal of damage from the 2 years in Siberia. He lost his teeth but he lost much memory, bone problems due to severe malnourishment and his heart developed a lifelong arythmia. He NEVER EVER comp,aimed and just got on with life. He worked in the mines for 16 years and layer remarked he would not have gone down another pit for 10k a day.
He lost his birth family to the gulags. He has great bone pain but refused pain killers as he was scared of the effect it had on him. He loved to drink though, he was Polish after all lol. He could drink a litre of fine scotch and all that would happen was he would have a bigger grin and would tell very rude jokes and mama used to tell him " be quiet Jan" ! Oh man, thank you as this is bringing me some good memories.
Pin his last day, he asked me if I would take him to church one last time as this would be his last time on earth. I thought this was a strange thing to say and asked why he said it. He said that he knew today was his time. I said no more at that stage. He was popping my morphine 10mg pills by this stage though and so I knew he was in pain though I never let on to knowing he took my pills
when we got home from church he asked me to go to the pub and have lunch alone. He wanted to have the house to himself, I didn't realise why at that stage. I was worried so came home just barely 45 minutes later. He had got changed from his suit, Into his comfy clothes, got comfortable and fell asleep,with a cat on his lap. He never woke. I saw him looking so relaxed, one knee resting on the other and I could see there was no point in doing heart massage and CPR. I was shocked and stunned and it hurt a lot but I've grown to understand that this was him dying on HIS terms and so very very peacefully. He knew this was his last day and he accepted it, said his last confession and took his last communion. Said his final prayers.
As Kenny Rogers said, the best we can hope for is to die in our sleep. It was nothing less than he deserved after a lifetime of fighting, pain and battles on so many fronts. I am proud to have called him dad. His legacy is strong. I have no kids but my brothers did and I look after them and keep them in step.
He lobed life, he revelled in it and took every day by the balls and sucked the life from it. He laughed a lot, had many friends, people laughed with him but never at him. I can only hope someday someone will write of me just partly like this. RIP Jan Pirog, proud son of Poland.
The sad part was he could never go home but he made our home little Poland.
Thank you all for making me remember the many good times. X
He lost his birth family to the gulags. He has great bone pain but refused pain killers as he was scared of the effect it had on him. He loved to drink though, he was Polish after all lol. He could drink a litre of fine scotch and all that would happen was he would have a bigger grin and would tell very rude jokes and mama used to tell him " be quiet Jan" ! Oh man, thank you as this is bringing me some good memories.
Pin his last day, he asked me if I would take him to church one last time as this would be his last time on earth. I thought this was a strange thing to say and asked why he said it. He said that he knew today was his time. I said no more at that stage. He was popping my morphine 10mg pills by this stage though and so I knew he was in pain though I never let on to knowing he took my pills
when we got home from church he asked me to go to the pub and have lunch alone. He wanted to have the house to himself, I didn't realise why at that stage. I was worried so came home just barely 45 minutes later. He had got changed from his suit, Into his comfy clothes, got comfortable and fell asleep,with a cat on his lap. He never woke. I saw him looking so relaxed, one knee resting on the other and I could see there was no point in doing heart massage and CPR. I was shocked and stunned and it hurt a lot but I've grown to understand that this was him dying on HIS terms and so very very peacefully. He knew this was his last day and he accepted it, said his last confession and took his last communion. Said his final prayers.
As Kenny Rogers said, the best we can hope for is to die in our sleep. It was nothing less than he deserved after a lifetime of fighting, pain and battles on so many fronts. I am proud to have called him dad. His legacy is strong. I have no kids but my brothers did and I look after them and keep them in step.
He lobed life, he revelled in it and took every day by the balls and sucked the life from it. He laughed a lot, had many friends, people laughed with him but never at him. I can only hope someday someone will write of me just partly like this. RIP Jan Pirog, proud son of Poland.
The sad part was he could never go home but he made our home little Poland.
Thank you all for making me remember the many good times. X