the circumstances surrounding my fathers death.

My father passed away in a Salvation Army hospital. Confined to his bed with cancer he had been there a long time. And the doctor said he could linger on for months if not years.It was very hard for me to get there and I did not come often. My mother would not visit him anymore. Mostly it was my brother alone who came to visit him in his final days.  Often he was accompanied by his own family.

There were a few of us watching the wretched man confined in his bed. Day after day after month.  He did not accept any of the activities of the hospital.   He was suffering greatly from terminal prostate cancer.

No one understood anymore what he was saying and why he was grieving. There was no one to understand what he wanted done.  There was no money to get it done. He had no money or anything to leave to his heirs.

When I arrived one time my father started crying.   My father did not cry in front of me often so I was very affected.

The solution to the problem

I have Hungarian roots.  The Opium Poppy can grant one a merciful death and that is why the national flower of Hungary is this flower.  If you are dying, with its proper use, you can die relatively painless. I knew a way that this infirm and feeble man could get everything he wanted.

The 87 year old was asked if he could make the money to solve his problems if he had the energy to leave his bed.  He replied it was a piece of cake.

So we asked the patient’s accompanying doctor, if he would be willing to defer any advance payment.  Would he go with my father, to help him create enough money to pay the doctor any sum of money he asked for and earn the way to die the way him, himself wanted?  

The doctor had lost his money and found his job very tough. He was also very old like my father.  He would be willing to, administer the drug, and also to go with him on a voyage to find the money.  At the end of this journey my father would die.  And he would be buried according to his wishes.

My contribution to the problem

You see, I, the Heroine, made it possible for him do many things. He would, first of all, be able to get out of the bed.  The man could barely move. He could barely talk.  He had been bedridden for a long time.

He would also think very clearly.  He would have a crystal clear mind.  He would be able to conduct business at a high level.

The drug would make him furious. The drug would be painful.  Death and pain were there anyways. They had been there a long time. And they would never leave him.

He chose the Opium. He could use his wits and his experience and arrange his death the way he wanted.

Epilogue

My father made an enormous amount of money in the few days he had left.  Enough to be buried according to his wishes.  Even more he had enough money to donate a whole brand new graveyard to the Jewish people so that he could be buried with style and grace.