As most of you may already know my father Bo a.k.a Cpt. Spauldad has been through a lot lately as far as things medically go, he’s currently at Tampa General Hospital getting some of the best care in Tampa Bay. It’s been a crazy time at Destructo HQ as well, since he lives with us we’ve all been on high alert emotionally and trying to support and take care of ourselves as well. We’ve recently also had a few deaths in our close family so things have been a bit on panic mode. Please bear with us as deviations may be few and far between during these times, you all have been amazing in support.
Most of you don’t even know my dad, so i’d like to tell you a little bit about him. He’s pretty darn cool as far as Dad’s go, most of my friends choose to hang out with him instead of me at events like Spooky Empire where he dresses up like the character Cpt. Spaulding from the Rob Zombie movie The Devils Rejects (Hence, why people started calling him Cpt. Spauldad).He’s also decorated his room and the house like The Haunted Mansion, it’s seriously like an amusement park in his room. I certainly see where I get my creativity from…
If you ask anyone in my family, it’s always a surprise with my Dad.
He’s certainly a trouble maker and quite the storyteller, he loves to wrap presents in duct tape and write things on the toliet paper in the bathroom. Through it all even the bad times, he’s made life interesting. I don’t know how he does it, he’s been through Vietnam as a medic and the death of my mother. But he’s always seemed to keep his cool. This past week, I saw my Dad cry…in all my 24 years, I have never seen him breakdown on top of being miserable and weak. He just lost his best friend and his younger sister is also dying of cancer.
Some of you might know, once the person that has been your rock for so many years starts breaking down, you completely lose it as well. I felt so helpless. I sat up most of the night with him to make sure he was still breathing one night as he was very weak from his illness and could hardly stand. We admitted him yesterday finally after much fighting with him, he’s stubborn. My sister, stayed at the hospital all day with him as he was being admitted and on the near verge of having a stroke. She’s the awesomesauce to my crazy land right now.
I’ve always been super close to my Dad, being the last of six kids… when I was very little he started to take me camping and to bluegrass festivals with him (for at least ten years), I was quite the adventurous little one always running barefoot through the creeks and swimming over alligators. He would always round me up and wash my black little dirt covered feet before bed, in the mornings he would cook a huge breakfast and the whole campground would show up for his biscuits and gravy. When I was a kid, we traveled all over the place together.. went boating, cave diving, all over the southern country one summer in a Saturn wagon… he ran with an interesting crowd, from bikers to doctors. I learned a lot about different types of people, different types of lifestyles and how to survive in the worst situations… we used to get lost in the roughest wildernesses in Florida during the worst weather possible. He also taught me how to shoot a BB gun in the house, my mom didn’t like that too much.
My mother died when I was eight years old of Cancer, he had my older sister and me to raise on top of a being a director for 28 years at a local hospital. Pretty high stress job led him to have his second heart attack only a few years later. He’s been there for me in my worst times growing up as a teenager, since I pretty much lost my mind around age 12 battling with depression and having to grow up very fast. My dad always made sure that I put education first… he taught me about stocks and investing at a young age as well. He’s always made sure i’ve had food and a roof over my head even when after he retired because of the heart attack and things were looking bad economically for us.
He’s always been there for me, pushing me to keep on going. So during this time I want to make sure that I can be there for him as much as I can. It’s been a daily struggle trying to figure out what to put on the shopping list and to get him to eat the right things (he has Diabetes also) and making sure he gets out every once in awhile… the man who’s usually out tinkering on something or going to classic car shows in his hot rod isn’t out being that awesome superdad and it’s tough. It’s not enough to say that things have been tough, there are worst things going on in the world and people lose people everyday. It’s that exact fact that I will not let him just give up because he’s having a bad month. He needs to grieve but I don’t want it to be the end of him too. He never let me give up when I was grieving… tough love is just that… really freaking tough to do.
I thank you all again for the outpouring of support, I really couldn’t make it through this time without my deviants. You all have given me strength and great advice. Hopefully Cpt. Spauldad will be back home shortly, if you all want to make well wishes to him or have any suggestions. Post them as a comment on here and i’ll show him this page!
Most importantly, tell your loved ones how much you love them. Freakin now, write a note… a postcard… smoke signals… tweet… I don’t care. Just do it. Just don’t go hug your mailman, mine could of pepper sprayed me today.
I love you Dad,