It is with tremendous sadness that I´m writing this but I feel its something I need to do.
Sunday the 31th of October at 3:20 AM, my father Karsten Hjorth passed away 60 years old.
This was his second battle against Cancer. He won a tough first round in 2006/07 beating the horrible decease. He won it like a true champ. Beaten down but never broken down. He was stated curred in 09 and I was extremely proud. Imagine to have the stamina to win a fight against cancer - Throat cancer to be exact – What a fighter and what a man!!
This time things were different.
Over the last couple of month my father was coughing in a increasingly rate. He went to the doctor multiple times. Firstly he suspected him to have a summer cold. Over time it became obvious that it wasn´t your typical cold. He began to loosing his appetite and his high spirits. He was then examined in his throat suspicious of previous decease, which showed nothing. The coughing became more and more extreme and he was somewhat struggling to catch his breath. The doctor was suspicious of some lung decease which he was giving antibiotics and an appointment for a body scan.
Friday the 29th of October the final diagnose was given. Lung-cancer which probably have been spreading throughout his body. – Although not officially stated, the verdict was as tough as you can ever come by. There was no cure and no solution other than some chemotherapy against the pain and agony. The survival rate was 0%.
Saturday the 30th of October my mother called late night from the hospital. – It was best if I came immediately.
My dad was unconscious struggling for his breath. Unable to placed in a respirator as the doctors found it to be unmoral. I knew then that everything was going the wrong way.
Some hours later he took his final breath and then he was gone – forever. We said our last goodbyes.
My dad taught me so many things. He taught me about nature – the simplicity and complexity, he taught me about philosophy, he taught me to be sceptical of some sources and open hearted about others. He told me never to take life for granted, never to lie and always stick to the truth, he taught me to listen to music and listen to the sounds of nature. I could go on.
I remember a day not so long time ago we were laying in the grass looking up in the sky from broad daylight to dusky nighttime discussing various things. Man I loved that. – My mother was there too and I´m sure she remembers!
I remember vacations with us swimming and fishing in the open sea having a good time as a kid. There´s so many memories.
He had his share of demons but he had a tremendous heart for his family – He gave up his education to be with us. He was ever proud of my sister and I. He did a outstanding job together with my mother raising my sister who is mentally and physically handicapped. What a woman she has become.
I know he would give anything to be here another day to be with my mother whom he always loved no mater what ever would happen. He felt the same for us children. He loved us unconditionally.
In 06 he was fighting cancer. One day after being unconscious for close to a week, he woke up at the hospital. The first thing he asked for was his wife and where she was.
In the end he was probably too proud to acknowledge how sick he really was most likely to save my mom for further concern. His comment about his diagnostics was that he was sorry he was causing these problems for my mother once again.
He was close to his death and still managed to be a fighter. My mother told him about my latest achievement and he was once again expressing how proud he was of his son. This was a mere 10 hours before he died.
Thursday the 4th of November he was burried in a place he would have loved. In mother nature under the trees not far from the sound of children of all ages. A lot of people gathered for his funeral – I´m proud to know them all and I thank them of all my heart they attended the funeral.
I know that one day we be together again talking and discussing things – He had a ton of knowledge. I know he´s looking down from above protecting my mother, my sister and I however he can. I know he is in peace.
And I know I´m damn proud to tell everybody he, Karsten Hjorth was my father!
I miss you dad and I will always love you!
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