My dad was an amazing influence on my life. He never judged me. He called me "beautiful" when I wasn't. He called me a "genius" when I was anything but. Today, he decided to sleep all day. He gave me a night of rest last night. I miraculously didn't need to put oxygen on him. But then, he didn't want oxygen all day. He wanted to sleep all day. It's like he just gave up. I held him by the hand, and I said, "Dad, I love you." He has given me so much. I gave him a kiss on his forehead. I rubbed his back. Finally I called our priest with my husband and the priest gave my dad his last rites. My dad didn't wake up through it. His head is so swollen. I have given him morphine to help with the pain. He hasn't waken up through it. I have called the nurses with his plight. They say if he is comfortable then he is okay. But I am not okay. I never expect it and I fight. But he wants to let go. I want to let him go, and I want to live my life. How can I? I have given so much. He gave very much to me. He is my dad and I love him and I always will.
(((((Genevieve)))))
Thinking of you and dad.
How blessed you were, to have a fine man like him guide you into adulthood. And your father was blessed to have your loving care during his difficult years. A sad goodbye, for sure.
You have a delightful spirit; it comes through in your writing. Now I know where you got it! You will always honor your father -- simply by "being yourself." :-)
Wishing you comfort, as dad is relieved of his suffering. You did your part beautifully. Go forward with his love.
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