I was sitting with my dad at the hospital. I truly believed he would survive his second bout of pneumonia in six months and go back home to the nursing home in a few days. I believed that so strongly that about midnight, I went home to get some rest. At 2am, the hospital called to tell me he was gone. I so wish I had stayed.
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I'm wishing you a hug tonight, Laurie. These anniversaries are so hard.
I've been in a somewhat similar situation with my Dad. It's hard to know.
Always a tough decision and one you regret, but you had no way of knowing. Just know that you had been with him and he knew how much you loved him. Big hugs, Laurie.
I'm sorry for your loss. You and your father are both in my heart today.
a sad tale. Be comforted we seldom get to experience death how we want it to be; so how we led up to the death in life is what really counts.
I have been thinking of you lately.
Sending understanding and hugs,
Sherry
You are STILL daddy's girl....and he would be proud of you. Keep on truckin' -- this too shall pass.
Still here,
Kristen
Thanks, everyone, for the kind words. I'm fine, really. Better than fine, but it doesn't mean that I don't miss my daddy. :) You are all sweet and dear for caring.
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