In a previous thread entitled 'Falls', I mentioned that my dad had another fall but more serious than before on New Year's Eve morning which resulted in a fracture.
As he was at a latter stage of dementia, he was a little frail and the local hospital needed the input of a specialist at another hospital as to whether they will operate and if they don't the next steps. We had been waiting on them to reach a conclusion but they kept requesting different scans and xrays of the fracture.
Unfortunately as he slept most of the time, his intake of food was limited and he grew more frail and, when he was awake, he wasn't given as much food as he used to get when cared for at home. And due to a chest infection, his vital signs were affected.
Late last night, my dear dad passed away. As much as I know he has gone, it still does not feel real. I suspected that his end was nigh but not so so soon. In equal measure, I'm ok and distraught at the same time in that my family and I are supporting each other but are in pain for this loss. One so-call 'positive' though I had when I saw my dad last night is that that evil ******* Alzheimers/dementia no longer has its destructive grip on who was a strong, creative, resourceful and family-orientated man. Dad you are free to get back to how you once were in the world you're now in.
Thank you for reading my thoughts so far and my deepest empathy to anyone who are going through or been through such a bereavement. xx
As he was at a latter stage of dementia, he was a little frail and the local hospital needed the input of a specialist at another hospital as to whether they will operate and if they don't the next steps. We had been waiting on them to reach a conclusion but they kept requesting different scans and xrays of the fracture.
Unfortunately as he slept most of the time, his intake of food was limited and he grew more frail and, when he was awake, he wasn't given as much food as he used to get when cared for at home. And due to a chest infection, his vital signs were affected.
Late last night, my dear dad passed away. As much as I know he has gone, it still does not feel real. I suspected that his end was nigh but not so so soon. In equal measure, I'm ok and distraught at the same time in that my family and I are supporting each other but are in pain for this loss. One so-call 'positive' though I had when I saw my dad last night is that that evil ******* Alzheimers/dementia no longer has its destructive grip on who was a strong, creative, resourceful and family-orientated man. Dad you are free to get back to how you once were in the world you're now in.
Thank you for reading my thoughts so far and my deepest empathy to anyone who are going through or been through such a bereavement. xx