I lost my dad a year ago. He was my best friend and biggest supporter. He was sick and slowly it worsened...until on December 16th he fell. I had to call lift and assist to help him up and that very next day he went on hospice and from there he declined quickly. My dad went from being so active to having to accept his final days, pretty much overnight. He went on morphine 4 days into hospice and that was the last time I got to see my dad conscious. The days leading to that we talked about memories, and lots of stuff...but I will always wish I had said more and asked more. Those last days were beyond painful for me. To slowly watch him decline. He wasn't eating or drinking...just waiting for his day. I felt like he starved but there was nothing we could do. His organs and body was shutting down. He passed December 27 at 2:30am. I was sleeping right next to him when he passed and I woke up to him gone. So I'm unsure of the exact time of death. I am struggling to accept him being gone. I have let it affect every aspect of my life.
I lost my dad.
Posted by Jessica Birchard on March 16, 2025, 4:24 p.m. PDT
I lost my dad in December of 2023 and like you, I had to watch him deteriorate until he finally left us. I am sorry that yours was seemingly overnight. We had two years of watching him decline. Regardless of the length, that feeling of not having enough time is still there. The last few days you describe are the same things I watched in my dad. We had a wonderful hospice experience and they were able to tell us exactly what was happening. Even still, it is heart wrenching. I am sorry for the loss of your dad. I miss mine every single day. I cried non-stop for pretty much the first year. Now, even though I can control it a little better, sometimes emotions just come pouring out.
