For whatever reason, I woke up this morning and thought about the time I had with my Dad in the hospital a few days before he came home and passed away. Besides all the tests he had to endure, we really had a wonderful time. My sister and I practically stayed up there with him day and night. We laughed, hugged, cried and laughed some more. The day before he came home (at this point he wasn't able to swallow anymore, so he couldn't eat) he sat up in his bed and said " you know what I'd like.... I'd like a milkshake from ShakePit, a good hot cup of coffee and ?????????. I forgot the last thing. The nurses wouldn't let us give him anything to eat or drink except ice chips because he could choke, so we snuck it in and gave him sips of them anyway. He didn't want very much, just to taste it one more time. I can't remember the last thing. I don't want to forget any of it. As strange as this sounds, the week before my dad died, we all really had a wonderful time together, his death was peaceful. We were lucky, aside from the fact he was dying, it really was not a horrible experience. I have loving and peace filled memories. Once we realized the death experience was happening, we just did whatever he wanted, anytime he wanted it, said whatever we needed to say. He was surrounded by his family, just how he wanted. I'm afraid I'll forget it. I don't want to forget anything about my Dad. I can't seem to stop thinking about that this morning. My counselor cancelled our appt. today, so, please, I need feedback. Help. Thanks, Marge............My dad never gave me a spanking when I was little, but I still can hear his loud voice when I messed up.(which by the way was not very often :) haha)
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