On a Winter Solstice evening, during the longest night in December 21, 1996, I had already returned to my Lombard family home from Berlin, Germany after attending an international conference for Language and the Media at the InterContinental Hotel on Alexanderplatz. My Father had arrived home from working at Dominick's Food Store in Oakbrook Terrace. My Father, Mr. Roberto Hung, wanted to give me his Christmas Gift, a personal check for my Brother and Mother, $100.00 dollars, and also for Nathan S. Wittler and myself four days before Christmas Day in 1996...
The New Year's Resolution I Have Kept During 2011 is Reflected in My Personal Testimonial Account About My Father, Mr. Roberto Hung, Juris Doctor, Lombard Resident Homeowner, Taxpayer, Father, Husband, Employee at Dominick's Food Store in Oakbrook Terrace, The Pampered Chef in Addison, Felt-Products Inc. in Skokie, Illinois Victim of Heinous Hate Crimes in the Village of Lombard, District 5, York Township, DuPage County, Illinois 60148-3028, in the State of Illinois, United States of America.
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A Personal Testimonial Account About Mr. Roberto Hung, Juris Doctor, Lombard Resident Homeowner, Taxpayer, Father, Husband, Employee at Dominick's Food Store in Oakbrook Terrace, The Pampered Chef in Addison, Felt-Products Inc. in Skokie, Illinois Victim of Heinous Hate Crimes in the Village of Lombard, District 5, York Township, DuPage County, Illinois 60148-3028, in the State of Illinois, United States of America.
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On Winter Solstice, December 21-22, 1996, I was teaching, translating and interpreting until 9:30 p.m. when I returned to my Lombard home, to find my Father, Mr. Roberto Hung, who had also returned from working at the Dominick's Food Store in Oakbrook Terrace in the evening. My Father wanted to talk to me about Christmas Gifts for December 1996 when he gave me personal checks for my Brother and Mother, my husband Nathan and myself, including another check for the Lombard Fire Department in the amount of $25.00 donation for the Holiday Fund. Afterwards, Mr. Roberto Hung went upstairs to make his late dinner...
Needless to say, I spent an entire "blue holiday" Christmas Day during 1996 at Advocate Good Samaritan Hospital while the neurosurgeon operated on my Father, Mr. Roberto Hung who suffered from a severe traumatic brain injury with an aneurysm after he was hit with a blunt object on the head by a Lombard intruder unbeknown to my Father upstairs on the second floor, while he was at home eating salmon during dinnertime upstairs on a winter solstice night. My Father, Mr. Roberto Hung went into a deep comatose state which lasted close to one and a half to two months at Good Samaritan Hospital in Downers Grove, DuPage County, Illinois. December 1996 was the saddest "blue holiday"...and two years thereafter, my Father, Mr. Roberto Hung was attacked again during his sleep at Vencor Northlake Hospital by medical staff who killed him while he was asleep in the morning.
Throughout the year 2011, I have kept the New Year's Resolution to remember my late Father Mr. Roberto Hung who was abused, throttled and murdered at Vencor Northlake Hospital by Respiratory Therapist Ben Aguilar, around 7 a.m. on June 18, 1998--before Father's Day.
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Radiation on Elders kills them rapidly.
My Father reluctantly submitted to it.
I remember the bill for 210 days was:
almost $30,00o. I researched radiation.
It's the # ONE Medical Huckster Ploy.
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I'm not a doctor. I read radiation burns.
A child may have strength to recuperate.
Each radiation treatment weakened him.
The clinic radiated 50 patients each day.
My Father had a purple 'X' mark painted.
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I asked my Father "What do you think?"
Dad said this:
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"I think they got some money. Hey killed me."
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My hand was on my Father heart. It stopped,
fluttered, stopped, and then Dad soared away.
He use to call himself an `Old Buzzard. Sigh.
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Thanks for your post.
I researched radiation.
Beware of Rx medical.
CEO's do kill for dime.
I can go on/on. Peace.
Old folk came on gurneys.
Ambulances delivered them.
My Father and I staggered in.
I took Dad until he couldn't walk.
It seems like he died only yesterday.
It's vivid. He died the week when:
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Mother Teresa and Diana died.
I imagined Dad in good company.
The week was like a sad dream.