My dad had been sick with COPD for years - seven maybe? - and had a serious heart attack in the spring, after which he opted for hospice. The past few months have been heartbreaking as he lost more and more ground, and became weaker and weaker. The past couple of months have been pretty bad, and I kept praying that he’d die before he lost all of his dignity and discovered new levels of suffering, and honestly, I know he did too: he woke up disappointed every day that he was still here.
Apparently, just before I got home from work tonight, he fell and my brother, who’d come over to help him, couldn’t get him up, so the fire department came to help him. Dad was pretty embarrassed by that. He asked me to help him to bed around 8:15, and I did. He was upset that he needed help getting undressed for the first time, and I wasn’t thrilled about it either.
Less than fifteen minutes later he was gone, and he only seemed to be in distress for a couple of minutes. Hospice was very helpful to my brother and I tonight with getting him pronounced, and eventually the funeral home came and went.
I’m sad, but also relieved. He won’t suffer any more, and I won’t be tortured anymore by wondering when he’d die or how bad he’d get before the end, because what paradoxically seems like both at last and so suddenly, it’s all over. As for Dad, if he’s anything right now, I’m sure it’s also relieved. A few weeks ago I thought that he seemed like his bags were metaphorically packed and he was just waiting for his ride to his next destination.
We weren’t ever super close, even though I’ve been taking care of him for the past three and a half years since my mom died, but I will miss him. I already think that a lot of that is going to be missing having parents more than missing him specifically, but I guess we’ll see.
We’re grown ups so it’s not tragic, but I’m 42 and my brother is 36, and it’s strange to be completely parentless this soon. I have so many coworkers who have both parents, and they’re themselves older than my mom ever got…
And after taking care of Dad for so long, I’m not sure what I’m going to do next. Whatever it is, I hope it would make both of my parents happy for me.