As most of you who read this blog already know my father passed away on July 12. Even though I knew it was coming soon, I never imagined it would happen this quickly. I was prepared for a few weeks of driving to Atlanta to see him.
The last time I saw my dad was the day before he passed. Chuck and I got up early and drove to Atlanta to the Embracing Hospice Center (who by the way, are the nicest nurses you will ever meet). The doctors had him on so much morphine that he couldn't stay awake and alert for more than a minute at a time. My uncle Danny woke him up to tell him that we were there and I leaned over to hug him. A few moments later he was sleeping again. So we just let him sleep and be comfortable. My aunt Peggy and I took the time to discuss what needed to be done and when. Her thinking as well that we had a few weeks. Other family member came to visit and we decided to clear out after lunch. He woke up long enough for me to tell him goodbye and I loved him. He mumbled an I love you too as best he could. That's when I lost it. Sobbing loudly into my aunts arms as she started to cry with me.
I called Peggy after lunch on Sunday. I assumed she would go to church before she went to see dad. She said he was about the same as the day before. He had a few days before refused to take a certain medication and wasn't eating or drinking very much. Basically he was ready to didn't want to prolong it I believe. About 3:30 Sunday afternoon Chuck, Jaylyn and I started on our way to my mom's to go to vacation bible school. The phone rings. My aunt Brenda called to tell me he's gone...that was her exact words. I'll never forget.
It's been about a week and a half now. It still doesn't seem real somehow. I know people have to deal with the loss of parents every day but I guess we all do it differently. Anyway that's what the past week or so has been for me.