My father came home from the hospital nine days ago. He knew he did not want to live the rest of his days on life support. The doctors said there was a very high probability that he wouldn't make the trip home and if he did it would be a few short hours before he passed.
For those of you that know my father, you know his strength and will power. He made it home. Obviously he made it nine days. His first two days home were amazing. He smiled, he ate and drank and just had great days. He looked good. So much so that we all started to really think positive. While he was bedridden, couldn't talk and was so very ill, he was home and clearly happy about it.
Within the next 36 hours he took a turn for the worse as his carbon dioxide built up. He had a bad night on Thursday. So much so that his nurse instructed us on what to give him out of his special care package.
On Friday the nurse came and bathed him. She did a great job. My dad was clean and spiffy and so handsome propped up in his bed. Oddly, from that moment on he didn't move, not a toe a finger or anything. He sat there so peaceful looking and it just seemed like he was okay with things, everything was right in his world.
Today at 11:45 a.m. he passed away. It has been a tough day for everyone, especially mom. Saying goodbye is difficult even when we know the peace he has received. He will forever be in our hearts and the wonderful memories we have will make us laugh, cry, and smile. He was such an amazing man and I have been so blessed and lucky.
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