My Father passed away just a little past midnight on March 12th. We were all with him. Which was good because no one should die alone. But it is an image I will never get rid of. Ever.
We had his wake and funeral. There were an abundance of people and it felt so good to know so many people love and were touched by him. I just wish it didn't have to be this way. He was so strong and such a tough guy and just loved everyone. And he went out in a hospital, drugged up so he could feel no pain, because he was promised by his dr that he would never suffer.
My Mom, My Brother and Sister, My Grandma, My Aunt, My Godfather (his best friend) and his Wife were all there with him when he left this earth. A day I dreaded. A day I cried over before it even happened. A day I'll never forget.
I can't write more now. I'm crying again and it's hard to see the screen.
TTFN
1 comment:
(((hugs))) Love you.
I hope the pain eventually lessens.
BTW. My MIL is totally fine. The docs are baffled. They were sure she had something. They will just keep monitoring her.
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