Phone rang this morning at 8:12, with a call I've been expecting. I couldn't hear the details, but knew I'd have to tell Mom and get back to the hospital. He was still warm when I went to to say goodbye one last time. Eyes closed, mouth open, crooked. A color in his skin I'd not seen before. He was incredibly tough and stubborn. Until a week ago, after he fell in the kitchen, and broke his body and spirit. We didn't agree on much, but that didn't seem to bother him much, me, only a little. He told me I was a good son a few days ago, after I saw him give up. I'm not so sure about that, but I did try. He gave everything he had to his family, and just couldn't suffer any longer. He got me through some tough times. Expected me to be more than I thought I could be. Goodbye, Dad. We love you and will miss you.
Sorry for your loss. Hope he is resting peacefully now. damm , you just brought tears to my eyes. Stay strong and cherish the good times you had together.
That is a tough one. As others have said, been there and done that. Sometimes it seems so insulting that some of us exit life in very unkind manner of ways. If I had control of it, it would be in my own bed during sleep. I feel and share your pain. Your words show that you are in control. I pray that continues for you and those around you (Mom), remain strong and be a pillar of support. We all get a turn at this.
You'll have some conversations in you head with him for awhile. They never really leave us, they live on in our memories. Best wishes to you, your mom, and your family.
