I had written several years back and told you all of my father having Alzheimers, Parkison's and diabetes, and being in the nursing home. Well, Parkinson's got to him first (and in that, there is some joy, because he still knew everybody)....and he lost the battle yet won the war this morning at 7:30 AM.
He had two massive attacks on his lungs within two weeks of each other. This last time, even though he had a living will, and a DNR, the hospital intubated him.....and they THOUGHT they were leaving it to us to determine when to end life support. This past Sunday, however - and no one knows how because he was restrained - HE removed the ventilator tube. We moved him to a hospice near the house Tuesday at 4:30ish, and he died this morning.
At least, he was comfortable and peaceful. He looked like he just went to sleep.
I haven't been writing about this here, mainly because I couldn't....I guess I hoped for one more miracle (we didn't expect him to survive the first attack). It's hard, but i'm doing ok - he had gotten to where he could not breathe for himself. He would try, but the air was going into his stomach, and not his lungs. He would have never come off even the BiPap they had him on. It's no quality of life, that's for sure. I do believe in the last few days, however, he knew he was dying - and I think he tried to tell me "I love you" Sunday night. I just feel that I knew it too damned late to really enjoy it. That's the hardest part right now.
Bless y'all - if your daddy's still living, make sure you wish him a Happy Father's Day.