It’s Over — And Hard to Believe
Jul 30
It’s Sunday evening and probably the first time I’ve had opportunity to try to put some thoughts to screen here. Dad’s gone, Friday morning he slipped away so quietly and peacefully it seemed as though he had drifted into restful sleep.
Thursday morning, Jane and I went up to dad’s. He was so weak and in so much pain, his breathing so laboured — it was even a surprise for me at the changes which had taken place since just the day before. While the three of us were in the room with dad, Jane suggested the reading of a psalm. As she read we watched as dad calmed and a look of peace came over him, the look and calm remained as we joined hands and Jane led a prayer. When she finished we heard dad clearly say “amen”.
Jane spent some time in with dad while Lynn and I talked in the living room. She joined us there and we sat and talked some more while the VON arrived and went in to see dad. Tracy (the VON) joined us in the living room and walked us through the procedure if dad died over the weekend. More
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