My dad lost his battle with this terrible disease on Monday, he was in hospital for 3 weeks after having a reaction from the flu jab. He walked out to the ambulance chatting away...not that it made any sense...but hey I was used to that. Then it began, a very fast deterioration, not speaking, agitated and aggressive, being sedated and sleeping constantly, got the dreaded phone call on Sunday to go in, I stayed with dad all night playing music and chatting to him , then came the rattle. Monday morning brought more of the same more chatting and singing (sorry dad) then at 9pm something changed with him, there was a sudden calm, I laid on dad's bed my head next to him and told him all the things I needed to say, 20 minutes later he took his last breathe, all the pain and suffering gone and finally at peace. I feel lesser to have shared those last moments with him and its giving me a much needed strength.
I'm sorry to have waffled on but I just needed to get the words and feelings out and I knew that you lovely people would understand. If you are going through similar at the moment stay strong and I'm sending you lots of love and thoughts xx
I'm sorry to have waffled on but I just needed to get the words and feelings out and I knew that you lovely people would understand. If you are going through similar at the moment stay strong and I'm sending you lots of love and thoughts xx