My Dad - love you
Guess I must be catching up on posts... second one today. But I never wrote about this one.
My dad passed away on March 4th. 10 days short of his 95 birthday. He was in the hospital for a while prior to this. We thought he was getting better and would be home soon. They moved him to a rehab place and it was all downhill from there. He did come home, but to die as he wanted to be home.
I went to see him almost everyday when he was in the hospital and the rehab place. We had some good talks. Although he had married after my mom passed and he loved his new wife, he still missed my mom very much. When I could see he was not going to get better I stopped with the cheerful you can do it pep talks and switched to the it is ok if you feel this is your time to go. I could see he had given up on life. As sad as it made me, at 94, he had lived a pretty good life and if being with mom again would make him happy, well that was going to have to be ok with me.
I was there with him when he passed. My brother and sister had spent the night and I was on for the day... Sitting nearby on the sofa. I could hear him breathing and the oxygen pumping... but then I realized there was a sound missing. I no longer could her him breathing. It had gotten slower and slower and finally stopped. I help his hands and kissed him and told him it was ok. I still feel teary eyed. But there it is. You cannot have parents forever. I was blessed with my mom being here until 2009 and now my dad passing in 2020.
Of course in a way, he is still her with me, as we have not dropped him off to the vets cemetery in Riverside yet or had a memorial service. He is sitting right here on top of his dresser. I still talk to him. I hope that comforts him. It does comfort me.
Love you dad. Be full of peace in heaven with mom. I surely still miss her too.
My dad passed away on March 4th. 10 days short of his 95 birthday. He was in the hospital for a while prior to this. We thought he was getting better and would be home soon. They moved him to a rehab place and it was all downhill from there. He did come home, but to die as he wanted to be home.
I went to see him almost everyday when he was in the hospital and the rehab place. We had some good talks. Although he had married after my mom passed and he loved his new wife, he still missed my mom very much. When I could see he was not going to get better I stopped with the cheerful you can do it pep talks and switched to the it is ok if you feel this is your time to go. I could see he had given up on life. As sad as it made me, at 94, he had lived a pretty good life and if being with mom again would make him happy, well that was going to have to be ok with me.
I was there with him when he passed. My brother and sister had spent the night and I was on for the day... Sitting nearby on the sofa. I could hear him breathing and the oxygen pumping... but then I realized there was a sound missing. I no longer could her him breathing. It had gotten slower and slower and finally stopped. I help his hands and kissed him and told him it was ok. I still feel teary eyed. But there it is. You cannot have parents forever. I was blessed with my mom being here until 2009 and now my dad passing in 2020.
Of course in a way, he is still her with me, as we have not dropped him off to the vets cemetery in Riverside yet or had a memorial service. He is sitting right here on top of his dresser. I still talk to him. I hope that comforts him. It does comfort me.
Love you dad. Be full of peace in heaven with mom. I surely still miss her too.
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