On this day in 1984, we buried my father and to this day I still miss him. Ronald Allen Rose was a good man with a dry sense of humour, a tender heart, and a strong determination to help others (family and friends alike). The good really did outweigh the bad in his short life; he passed away from a massive heart attack (this one he couldn’t ignore) one month before his 49th birthday. The coroner said he had a dead heart, meaning that no matter what resuscitation they tried they could not bring him back. I woke up on Sunday, March 11th to see two ambulance attendants struggle to carry my father down the tight hallway, down the few stairs and out the front door. I knew he wasn’t coming home . . . my dad was always meticulous in his appearance (even when he wasn’t feeling well) and when he was being carried out of the house on this morning, his shirt was buttoned wrong and hanging out, his pants were undone and his hair was a mess. My mother and brother were in the kitchen and for whatever reason decided to leave me in bed while all the commotion was going on so imagine my shock when I opened my bedroom door to see my dad being carried out like a ragdoll. That was the last image I had of my father, and one I know I’ll never forget.
My dad used to say things like “I don’t have any friends” or “nobody cares about me”, yet on this day 29 years ago there were over 200 cars at his funeral! Apparently the staff at the funeral home in Lambeth tried to get a count on all the cars because they couldn’t believe just how many there were. Like I said before, the good really did outweigh the bad with my dad. People respected him, and they relied on him to get things done. There were family members, friends, co-workers from different jobs he’d had over the years, neighbours and even tenants from the townhouse complex he and my mom used to manage in the 70’s.
My dad was like a kid when he bought one of the first personal calculators all those years ago. It was a big, clunky thing that cost a lot of money for what we look at now as being so simple in technology. I wonder sometimes what he would have been like when the first personal computers came out…and all the technology since then! I can almost hear him, “what the hell do we need that for?” . . . then he’d figure out a way to get it! LOL He’s missed so much, including meeting and getting to know his grandchildren. I’m sure he still watches from where ever he is now, but it’s just not the same. . .