Dad's gone
Saw him last night, kissed him on the forehead and told him I loved him. Saw Chris' sisters, too. They were to fly home early this morning.
Last night, as I lay in bed, I thought in my head:
"Dad, you don't have to stay. Let go. Go to the light. Go to your mother, your father, your sister. Your family. We'll see you again. Just go."
Bandit woke us up at around 6 am howling. I thought he had to go out. Talked with Mom an hour or so later. She'd given Dad his meds a little before 6 am.
At 11 am, Mom called. She thought Dad was gone. We rushed over and she was right. Sometime between when she gave him his meds and 11 am he died.
When we got there, I burst into tears and held her tight. Then I went in to see Dad. He was so still. I kissed him again on the forehead and let him go.
Chris talked with the hospice lady, then Mike, one of the visiting nurses, stopped by. Mom and I cried and cried. I called my Mom and cried with her.
Don't know when the funeral is, but it will be private.
In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the American Cancer Society.
If you want to send Mom a card, please send it to
June Hitchcock
8 Mulligan Drive
Dover, NH 03820
I have to fly to Brooklyn tomorrow to do a speaking engagement and will be home tomorrow night. Chris' sisters are headed back up here. I'm hoping the funeral will be Tuesday afternoon. I made an appointment at 11:30 am that day to have Mom's hair done. I leave Wednesday for my next speaking engagement and won't be home until Friday night. Thursday is my birthday.
It's going to be one helluva week.
Last night, as I lay in bed, I thought in my head:
"Dad, you don't have to stay. Let go. Go to the light. Go to your mother, your father, your sister. Your family. We'll see you again. Just go."
Bandit woke us up at around 6 am howling. I thought he had to go out. Talked with Mom an hour or so later. She'd given Dad his meds a little before 6 am.
At 11 am, Mom called. She thought Dad was gone. We rushed over and she was right. Sometime between when she gave him his meds and 11 am he died.
When we got there, I burst into tears and held her tight. Then I went in to see Dad. He was so still. I kissed him again on the forehead and let him go.
Chris talked with the hospice lady, then Mike, one of the visiting nurses, stopped by. Mom and I cried and cried. I called my Mom and cried with her.
Don't know when the funeral is, but it will be private.
In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the American Cancer Society.
If you want to send Mom a card, please send it to
June Hitchcock
8 Mulligan Drive
Dover, NH 03820
I have to fly to Brooklyn tomorrow to do a speaking engagement and will be home tomorrow night. Chris' sisters are headed back up here. I'm hoping the funeral will be Tuesday afternoon. I made an appointment at 11:30 am that day to have Mom's hair done. I leave Wednesday for my next speaking engagement and won't be home until Friday night. Thursday is my birthday.
It's going to be one helluva week.
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