Rest easy pops

[DanaC]

This morning I went to the hospital with my mum and my brother and held dad's hand whilst he died.



I'll post a little more later. I was ok til I started typing. I'm ok, I'm not coming apart. It's not a devastating blow. It's the end of a journey begun a few years ago; one we could see coming, though you can never be quite sure when. He fought. He saw twice as many Christmases as they'd predicted, three times even. Just recently, maybe a couple of weeks, not even that, his best friend died. I think he gave up a little after that. There wasn't much left to take joy in, when every breath's a battle and thoughts are scattered by lack of oxygen. And the person he felt closest to no longer there.

Sleep now, Dad. Rest easy. It's over.