{"id":24,"date":"2006-02-02T22:04:43","date_gmt":"2006-02-03T05:04:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.quikbytes.com\/apps\/wordpress\/?p=7"},"modified":"2025-07-24T20:42:33","modified_gmt":"2025-07-24T20:42:33","slug":"dads-stroke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.quikbytes.com\/apps\/journal\/index.php\/2006\/02\/02\/dads-stroke\/","title":{"rendered":"Dad&#8217;s stroke"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is a fairly long story, so you will have to bear with me. I was living at Middleton Idaho at the time which is about 40 minutes from Boise.\u00a0 I decided that I wanted to get a new DVD player because the one that I had at the time was acting up.\u00a0 So I hopped in the car and drove to Sears in Boise. (I didn&#8217;t have any real money at the time, so I was going to use my Sears charge card) I went into Sears and they only had three different models of DVD player.\u00a0 None of them were what I was really looking for, but I picked out a Toshiba model that would allow you to have two DVDs in the drive and you could switch between them. (I was really looking for one that would let you have 5 DVDs in the carousel.)\u00a0 As I was heading to the car, with my new DVD player, I got this <strong>REALLY REALLY <\/strong>strong feeling that I should go visit Mom and Dad.\u00a0 I decided that I would rather drive home and play with my new toy.\u00a0 So I hopped into my car and started heading back to Middleton with this nagging feeling that I should go visit Mom and Dad.<\/p>\n<p>The following Monday I was at work and got a call from my brother Tom that Dad had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I called my supervisor and let him know that I needed to leave. As I was headed out of work, I passed my supervisor who had this big (excuse the language) shit eating grin on his face, like my Dad having a stroke was the best news he had heard all week. What a gomer.<\/p>\n<p>Venom by Godsmack<\/p>\n<p>I had a feeling that I REALLY needed to visit while I was in town the Saturday before Dad had his stroke but ignored it and decided to head back to Middleton with the new DVD player I had just purchased.<\/p>\n<p>Tom called me at work and told me that Dad had a stroke<\/p>\n<p>Called my supervisor and told him that I needed to leave<\/p>\n<p>Saw my supervisor on the way out of work and he had a smug smile on his face<\/p>\n<p>Went down to St. Als and saw Dad. He was pretty incoherent, but he did wake up a little bit, seemed angry and was trying to get the oxygen monitor off of his finger<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"postbody\">I was living at Middleton at the time. I decided that I wanted to get a new DVD player and drove into Boise to pick one up. I went into Sears and got the model I wanted. As I was leaving, I was prompted that I should go visit Mom and Dad. After a while I managed to talk myself out of visiting because I wanted to play with my new toy. I still had this nagging feeling but instead of going to visit Mom and Dad like I was told, I drove back home to play with the DVD player. The following Monday, Dad had a stroke and by Tuesday, February 22nd 2000 died. <span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">I never got to say goodbye. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Fast forward to January 2003. My friend John and his wife Darci finally got me to agree to go on a blind date with one of her friends. She was nice but we just didn&#8217;t hit it off, it was a very uncomfortable experience for me, I felt like the fifth wheel during the whole date. (It was a double date with John, Darci, Darci&#8217;s friend and I) After that experience I wasn&#8217;t very inclined to go on any more blind dates. John and Darci decided that it would be a good idea to try and set me up with her cousin. There was no way that I was going to go after the last date. I received a prompting that I should go, but I still wasn&#8217;t sure. If it wasn&#8217;t for the experience with Dad, I would have refused to go. I finally decided I had better listen to <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">this<\/span> prompting. I decided to go, more than a little reluctant, but I went. It turns out that the girl was very nice and she even liked Star Trek! Well, you have probably guessed that the girl&#8217;s name was Stacia. (or Monique, but that is another story) The rest is history, we were married 7 months later. I&#8217;m convinced that If it wouldn&#8217;t have been for the prompting that I received before Dad death, Stacia and I would never have meet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is a fairly long story, so you will have to bear with me. 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