Originally posted by heywoodjablowme
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a few years ago before he died, my dad had been in & out of the hospital, but i hardly got to visit him there cause he was always released the next day before i could get there. the night he died, i had gone to see him in the icu. he was in & out of conciousness, but i told him i loved him & felt him squeeze my hand before i left. he died 2 hours later.
i still am thankful that i went to see him that night & i know my friend sera feels the same about the time she got to spend in the hospital with her husband & as time goes on will come to really cherish that moment.
okay, i gota stop or i'm gonna cry again. :sad:
my dad died at 4am on Good Friday, 2002. i went to see him thursday night, around 7pm. i wasnt going to go, but i had to take some stuff over for my brother to help w/ the funeral.
every time i had gone there before that night, i walked out bawling. but that night was different. i went in and he was sleeping. so i gave my brother what i had and asked how dad was...i turned around and looked at him, and he was starring at me...he said "What the hell are you doing here, Tink?" i laughed and said, "I didnt come to see u! I needed to talk to Jesse" he smiled and did one of those hand gestures like "get outta here". (he kept his sense of humor the whole way through...that was my dad.) i laughed at him. gave him a kiss and a hug and told him i loved him. i walked out with a smile on my face. i felt calm. that was the last time i saw my dad alive. he died 9 hours later. i sort of feel like he was waiting for me to feel a little more acceptance and calm about the whoe thing...b/c i was a total basketcase before hand. i think he sensed that i was calmer and i was dealing w/ reality a little better that night.