Hell on earth. That is how I would describe the first 10 hours of today. Dad woke up at 3 a.m. gasping for breath...he would finally relax only to convulse in panic when his breath caught in his throat the next time. The fluid in his lungs was beginning to overcome him and he was so scared to let go.
Thanks to our wonderful home health nurse, however, we found a good balance of pain and anti-anxiety meds to allow him some rest. For two hours he slept peacefully and we all breathed a little more easily. Before we knew it, he had quietly slipped away.
What a tragedy to lose such a man as my father - the "Daddy of the Universe". What an injustice for him to suffer the way he did. But he is finally at peace and we can be comforted that his final breaths were not in pain or fear. He has family that went before him to greet him in heaven - he was never alone on this side of the journey and he'll never be alone there either.
I love you Daddy, all the way from the garage door to the living room wall!
All my love,
Teeny
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