This always felt like a final "goodbye". Just found a link:I was very touched by your post.
With your father turning off the lights, I flashed on an old memory from the Jimmy Durante show in the 50's. He ended each show saying "Good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are..." and walked off through a couple of downcast spotlights into the darkness.
Both of my parents had hospice care and both were able to die at home, where they wanted to be. Hospice was wonderful, in both cases.IMO Parents should have handled this for themselves. For example, not wanting to put my kids in this position, I moved into a CCRC at age 65 (I'm now 84). If/when I need hospice care I will simply switch from my Independent living Apartment into an Assisted Living Room which is akin to hospice care...Not only do I have a place set up for me if/when I need it but I have lots of friends here at my CCRC. In truth the only negative to living here is watching others get old and die...
George
I’m so sorry for your loss. He sounds like a great father, and you like a great son. May your father rest in peace.Thank you all for your very kind words. I really needed to vent yesterday. I just got back from visiting him today. I went to talk with the nurse and returned. He just passed away. Although I am saddened, I remember all the good times I had with him. He would sacrifice for me because he was very poor. One time he sold his watch that his dad gave him so he could buy me a used bike and a fishing rod. He would take me fishing but couldn’t afford a rod himself. That was ok because I didn’t know that at the time. You know, he never told me. I learned that from my mom many years later and never told him I knew.
Love you dad. Thank you for always being there for me. You may not have had much money but you gave me much more. Your love, kindness, sacrifice and time was all I needed. You taught me that all that really matters is relationships, good character and memories. You were right. I cry because I will miss you but I know you are in a better place and finally at peace after all your suffering. Be proud. You were a very good man and father.
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Thank you all for your very kind words. I really needed to vent yesterday. I just got back from visiting him today. I went to talk with the nurse and returned. He just passed away. Although I am saddened, I remember all the good times I had with him. He would sacrifice for me because he was very poor. One time he sold his watch that his dad gave him so he could buy me a used bike and a fishing rod. He would take me fishing but couldn’t afford a rod himself. That was ok because I didn’t know that at the time. You know, he never told me. I learned that from my mom many years later and never told him I knew.
Love you dad. Thank you for always being there for me. You may not have had much money but you gave me much more. Your love, kindness, sacrifice and time was all I needed. You taught me that all that really matters is relationships, good character and memories. You were right. I cry because I will miss you but I know you are in a better place and finally at peace after all your suffering. Be proud. You were a very good man and father.
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So sorry, what a beautiful tribute to your father.Thank you all for your very kind words. I really needed to vent yesterday. I just got back from visiting him today. I went to talk with the nurse and returned. He just passed away. Although I am saddened, I remember all the good times I had with him. He would sacrifice for me because he was very poor. One time he sold his watch that his dad gave him so he could buy me a used bike and a fishing rod. He would take me fishing but couldn’t afford a rod himself. That was ok because I didn’t know that at the time. You know, he never told me. I learned that from my mom many years later and never told him I knew.
Love you dad. Thank you for always being there for me. You may not have had much money but you gave me much more. Your love, kindness, sacrifice and time was all I needed. You taught me that all that really matters is relationships, good character and memories. You were right. I cry because I will miss you but I know you are in a better place and finally at peace after all your suffering. Be proud. You were a very good man and father.
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So sorry for your loss.Thank you all for your very kind words. I really needed to vent yesterday. I just got back from visiting him today. I went to talk with the nurse and returned. He just passed away. Although I am saddened, I remember all the good times I had with him. He would sacrifice for me because he was very poor. One time he sold his watch that his dad gave him so he could buy me a used bike and a fishing rod. He would take me fishing but couldn’t afford a rod himself. That was ok because I didn’t know that at the time. You know, he never told me. I learned that from my mom many years later and never told him I knew.
Love you dad. Thank you for always being there for me. You may not have had much money but you gave me much more. Your love, kindness, sacrifice and time was all I needed. You taught me that all that really matters is relationships, good character and memories. You were right. I cry because I will miss you but I know you are in a better place and finally at peace after all your suffering. Be proud. You were a very good man and father.
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I must say.
It never hit home how bad a shape my dad is in until I had to make a decision to send him to a Hospice. He is 84.
Even though a Hospice is a god send for family struggling with their dying loved one, it signals the true beginning of the end. It almost smacks one in the face.
Well, today, I had to make that hard decision. Dad wanted to die at home and I tried everything possible to make that happen. I even hired support staff but he just became beyond them. He can’t walk anymore, isn’t eating and has severe bowel/bladder challenges. Having that crucial conversation with him on why he needs a hospice was probably the hardest conversations I have ever had.
Then comes gathering the strength to watch him sob in his weak, tortured little voice as they stretcher him off to the hospice. I am hoping I can let him visit his home one last time but my gut tells me that probably won’t happen.
I plan to see him daily and told him that.
After he was able to control his sobbing, he asked if he could shut the lights off before he left. He was stretchered to the light switches to shut all of them off. How symbolic...quietly shut the lights out before you leave.
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