Time for the healing now man. You've been through a lot and you've earned the rest and so has he.
It's good that he was able to die at home. R.I.P.
Rest in peace.
So sorry for your loss. May he rest in peace. Your father raised a good son and it sounds as if you were good to him in return. Like Robio said, now his suffering is at an end, so let your healing begin.
My condolences Travo.
R.I.P.
My deepest condolences. You did the right thing letting him have hiswish of being at home. You need anything we are here.
Sorry Travo, I know how it is going through this kind of stuff.
Best wishes man.
Really sad for your loss Travo. At least he had a peaceful and dignified ending and hopefully mostly a good life leading up to that (despite the deeply shaken health). You did very good by him, and your own character and life reflect on him very favourably.
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Sorry for your loss brother
Rest In Peace
Your dad sounds like a warrior, fighting many battles. May he finally rest in peace!
Sorry I was late to letting you know I am thinking of you Travo.
My father passed away yesterday. He dealt with congestive heart failure for nearly a decade and a half. Throughout his life, he’s had diabetes, two heart attacks, a stroke, and skin cancer. He’s battled them all, bravely. He rarely ever complained, just kept moving on. It was never in his nature to give in and quit.
I loved my dad, though we were never really that close. We were polar opposites in many ways, but I always admired his humbleness. He never felt the need to be the center of attention, rarely ever raising his voice to speak. He was usually the last one to speak, speaking only when spoken to most times. It was hard to get an opinion out of him at times. As frustrating as it was to communicate with him at times, I certainly admired his restraint. It was so rare to hear him voice an opinion that when he did speak, you listened.
Last week, my father was in the hospital, the fluid has been building in his lungs for nearly a year. He’s been in and out of hospitals getting the fluids out of his system, only to see it return. His heart didn’t beat as strong as ours and could not move blood through his system like it needed to be. His kidneys would stop working because of the lack of blood flow. It was an endless cycle. Last week, my father said that he wanted to go home. He spoke, we listened.
Through Hospice care, we got him home in a bed, with his own nurses to visit every day. Our goal was to just ease him through his last days, medicate him so he felt no pain. Two days ago, he went into a light coma. He couldn’t respond, but he could hear us. Yesterday, he passed, as peacefully as can be. I hate to say this, but it’s relieving to know that even though he’s gone, there’s no more suffering. Rest in peace, dad.