December 8 2023 is one. The day my dad took his last breath. I never imagined I’d hear it but I did. It was labored. In hospice. It was the “death rattle”. It was late. He’d been in hospice for a night. I know now that he’d been in transit before he’d gotten there. InContinue reading “Dates that changed me on a cellular level”
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Hospice
When my dad finally got approved to go to a specific hospice, he was moved so quickly. Thank God, I thought. There they would give him pain meds. They would attend to him when he Shat himself. I thought, finally, he’d get the empathy to die in a dignified way. I was right. His roomContinue reading “Hospice”
Waiting for it to hit me
The on going experience of grief