R.I.P. Dad

The last time I wrote about my Dad, we had just put him in an assistant living facility. I didn’t think he had a lot of time left but I wasn’t prepared for things to go so quickly. He just slowly seemed weaker and weaker and then lost his normally large appetite for food. Finally, at 3:30 AM yesterday we received a call that Dad was having breathing difficulties and that we should come to be with him. When we arrived he was having noisy, difficult breathing combined with quieter breathing when he slept. He could still hear us and would respond if we talked to him with yes or no. He knew we were there. Finally, he wasn’t responding and his eyes became unfocused. His breathing changed, his Parkinson’s tremors stopped and he became cold and clammy. His pulse had been strong the whole time but then slowed down and became weak and, just like that, he was gone. It was almost four in the afternoon. Even though you think you are ready for the death of a loved one, it is still a shock. I thought he had quite a few months left. We packed up his clothes and came back home and the house seemed so empty. This morning my Mom said, “This is Robert’s first day in heaven and my first day as a widow”. I guess that sums it up. The funeral will be next. I’m glad I came back here when I did.

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