My dad passed away Sunday morning.
He maintained his mind and his dignity until the very last breath and he got to make his own decisions right up til the end.
I'm grateful for that. I truly am, but I feel so lost right now.
He was able to also keep his sense of humor. Two weeks ago I took my mom out for lunch for a break.They were receiving hospice. A nurse was coming two days a week and a bath aide was coming 2 days also. Mom was doing the rest.
FI was going to sit with him while we were gone. When we got there, dad asked FI how long it had been since he babysat. FI said, "well, it's been awhile but I don't think I"m babysitting you, I'm just hanging out in case you need something." Dad looks at him and asks, "how good are you at wiping ass?" FI turns a little red and says, "I imagine it's a lot like wiping my own." Dad looks over at mom and I and gives us the thumbs up sign and laughed.
I love that man.