Dad died peacefully this morning, with no fanfare, no last words - just a quiet exhalation. It was time and he was ready.
We had brought him home last night, thru Hospice, and into his own bedroom. He had a few uncomfortable moments last night and he kept telling us that he wanted to die. (he was not completely mentally with it, but enough to know where he was) We told him that we understood and were kind and gentle, but he got mad at us! Told us that he wanted to die and that we needed to give him a pill. Stefanie and I told him that we couldn't do that, but that we would help keep him comfortable. He got angrier at us and said "well, give me a gun!". We had a good laugh at that. My brother finally gave him some meds to calm him down, but Dad kept asking for a "pill". When we told him that Jon had already given him a pill - he was quiet for a few minutes and then said "well, give me two pills".
He had congestive heart failure, which really wasn't diagnosted until this past week. He only had a few days of knowing that things were pretty grim - which was good. All of his kids were at his side when he passed - amazing in this day and time.
Oh Dad - you were my ally in this family and I'm going to miss you. But I'm glad you're not suffering anymore, and hopefully are out walking Ping Lee our old pug and your lifetime dog.
Thank you all for your comments, warm wishes, hugs, thoughts and prayers. It means so much to share this with all of you, to know that others have gone thru this and have had similar experiences. It is an amazing process -