Papa

By Dmitry Kann 4 min read This post in Russian 0764

Yesterday, 28 December 2020, about 21:00 Moscow time, you left us.

Another priceless life taken by COVID-19. We’re still deeply shocked by how fast this tragedy unfolded. Less than a month ago you were perfectly sane and strong, albeit somewhat tired.

Then you were hospitalised into the Nikolayev hospital, whose hotline would repeatedly report a “good and steady progress” on you. Two weeks later you were dismissed from the hospital, but no one cared to explain to us you’d suffered 60% lung damage and still had developing pneumonia.

After that you spent a few days at home, weakening and fading, almost speechless, until we realised something was terribly wrong. Then we rushed you to a private hospital, for there was no single spot available in any of the regular ones.

We were told you were in a very, very poor condition. They gave you at most ten days. You managed to live eight.

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You were just four months short of your 85. You passed away on the darkest day of the grimmest year. You went in peace and without pain. Perhaps, the best way to go.

You taught me everything I know. You were unparalleled in perseverance, meticulousness, and patience. You’ve been doing you morning exercises daily since you were 16. You once told me you trained your endurance by forbearing to eat and drink.

You’ve always been on the move. You left Kherson for Siberia in the 1960’s. Then, in the eighties, we moved to Tyumen. Then, on the break of the new millennium, to Belgorod. And, finally, to Peterhof four years ago.

You defended your Ph.D. thesis in 1980, then the well-earned doctoral thesis in 1992. I remember how proud you were of that achievement. You’ve written a few books, with the latest being the course of physics published last year. A decade ago you asked me to make a website on paradoxes of electromagnetic induction. To be honest, I can barely comprehend things it explains.

You never complained, even when everything would go haywire. You only regretted you didn’t get great-grandchildren. You’d never say an unnecessary word or ask an unnecessary question. And we could always rely on you, without a doubt.

We’re feeling sad and devastated at the moment. On the other hand, I think I’m lucky since this is the worst thing ever happened to me. Of course, it’s inevitable. And the life carries on, only without you.

Farewell, my beloved dad, the stubbornness champion. Rest in peace.

P.S.

Remember days of yesterday
And how it flew so fast
The two score and a year we had,
I thought would always last

The summer days and west coast dreams,
I wished would never end
A young boy and his father,
Idol and best friend

I’ll always remember
Those were the best of times
A lifetime together
I’ll never forget

Morning shows on the radio
The case of the missing dog
Lying on the fields at the only twelve
Watching Harold and Maude

Record shops, the stick-ball fields
My home away from home
When we weren’t together
The hours on the phone

I’ll always remember
Those were the best of times
I’ll cherish them forever
The best of times

But then came the call
Our lives changed forever more
You can pray for a change
But prepare for the end

The fleeting winds of time
Flying through each day
All the things I should have done
But time just slipped away
Remember “seize the day”
Life goes by in the blink of an eye
There’s so much left to say

These were the best of times
I’ll miss these days
Your spirit led my life each day

Thank you for the inspiration
Thank you for the smiles
All the unconditional love
That carried me for miles
It carried me for miles
But most of all thank you for my life

These were the best of times
I’ll miss these days
Your spirit led my life each day
My heart is bleeding bad
But I’ll be okay
Your spirit guides my life each day

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