Everyone speaks of the the day that someone close to them died in a general overview. Their memories of that person and their sense of loss but I’ve always been interested in the details. When the dust settled did you sit and stare at the wall, sleep for 20 hours, go for a drive, play with the dog or go out to eat with friends? What got you through the rest of the day? What got you out of bed the next?
My dad had a mini stroke in November and after was on Home health care for physical therapy, a nurse and occupational therapy. They were all able to get him up walking talking he seemed fine. The doctor came in a week later and said that since he refuses the hospital she wanted to put him on in home hospice care and we could leave it at any time. Since my brother had such a great Experience with the hospice he had before he passed many years prior we thought it would be a good idea. My dad refused the hospital and usually the paramedics wouldn’t take him because he could answer all of their cognitive questions even when he had a mini stroke.
My dad passed January 14,2018 and he woke up that morning feeling sick and vomiting. I called the 24 hr emergency line 6 times between 7:45 am and 2:34 pm when he passed and a nurse never showed up. We were told over the phone only to give him Ativan and morphine which he refused saying he wasn’t in any pain he wasn’t taking that. They never told us why we should give him that nor that he was actively dying and I was never given the signs of end of life.
My fathers passing was very traumatic. He was sitting up and went unconscious but still had a pulse. As soon as he went unconscious brown fluid poured out of his mouth and nose continuously. My mother, my 16 year old daughter and I were all yelling his name and freaking out. I finally sat next to him grabbed his hand and said daddy with tears pouring down my face. At this point the fluid stopped as did his heartbeat and his head laid over on my shoulder. The nurse arrived 5 minutes after he passed. Hospice failed my dad and they failed our family. They weren’t there when we needed them most. If I would have only known he was dying I would have laid with him and comforted him, right before all this happened I was upstairs making him his favorite banana pudding thinking it would make him feel better. One of my brothers and one of my sisters asked me to have them wait to take dad to the mortuary until they got there. He passed in my home as he lived with me and I took care of him. I sat in the basement with my fathers body after he passed for over an hour waiting for my siblings to get there. It was so hard but I couldn’t leave him.
I still attend grief counseling but my grief will never get better better because I am so angry about that day and the events that took place. No matter how much I try that anger won’t leave. I miss him so much. He was my best friend and my protector. Life will never be the same without him in it. I don’t know how to go on.
I made a couple of phone calls-first to my daughter who was scheduled to fly to Europe later that day and to my other kids and my husband; and a cousin who notified the rest of the family.
We immediately emptied mom's closet, decided which things to donate/discard. Kept a few sentimental things for the kids. Brother disconnected mom's TV. We loaded the one piece of furniture into the car; FH came.
We went out to dinner and then for ice cream.
No drama in her death, her eventuality.
My mom was NH hospice for year & 1/2 & had been living in the NH when she fell and onto hospice. 18mo hospice with a few lucid rally’s then TIAs. Last 4 mos was like watching self-mummification. Her petite body got smaller & smaller, weighed like 58 lbs at death. Last few mos she was in the 1920’s / 1930s as she thought I was her Aunt Meche, who lived with them off & on in the late 20’s and died before the war. I assume this was her period of life she was the happiest.
Haven’t had carrot cake since that day.
But now that Gremlin has brought this memory up, I’ll do a carrot cake and take over to one of the Day of the Dead altars in Oct in her honor.
So thanks for your ?, Grem!
Worried gave you a very detailed and similar experience to mine.
Some loved ones death are harder to deal with than others. Unexpected deaths are harder for me to deal with. For me those are the ones that are a big blur. Those are the ones that have hit me like a ton of bricks about 6 months later.
Loved Ones deaths are always hard. Don’t put any pressure on yourself to feel anything other than what you may feel at any given time.
Yes, there are a lot of details to be taken care of. If you are the one that these responsibilities fall to that will take up most of your time. Possibly for months following the death. I was just numb, like a robot, doing my job. Months later when the last I was dotted and t crossed that’s when I normally felt all of the emotions.