Honestly not sure what else to call it, dad finally passed away, at sunset on the 2nd.
85, dealing with Alzheimers and other things, finally stopped fighting. You'd think I'd be torn up, but I'm OK, relieved actually. I've felt for months now, that I lost dad ages ago, that wasn't really 'dad' in the home, cold as that might sound. I'm glad he's at peace now, and that mom got to see him one last time, he passed a few minutes after she left from visiting him on Wednesday evening.
I told her to stay the night, I knew he'd not last once she said he couldn't swallow anymore, but she ended up telling him he could go if he needed to, and came home. She got the call about 5min after she got here.
I find it appropriate it was nearly exactly sunset when he died-- The end of a long life, at the end of a long day, just finally deciding to let go and glide with grace into the fading light.
Rest in peace dad, and don't worry, we'll be fine.
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04 Jul 2014 23:20 CEST
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