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I am so glad I was there. August 10, 2005. The nurses at hospice told us that her fever was high, her breathing...shallow. I called my sisters to come. They eventually got there, and we sang to her, prayed for her, and watched and listened. They were the most beautiful hours I have ever spent with her, and I thank God that my first experience watching death was that peaceful. It made the subsequent losses of my sons a little easier to bear, knowing death could be that peaceful.
my thanks to Claire1979 for the awesome siggy!!
I was there, holding his hand as he took his last breath. Some days I look at that as a blessing. Other days.... not so much. It was heartbreaking and terrifying, but I'm also very glad that he wasn't alone. It's such a mixed bag of emotions.
I was there when his heart stopped one final time. I was there when they removed the tubes and other things from him.
It was only my half brother (my dad was his step dad however he was the one who raised him) my aunt and my mom.
Brother wasnt in the room, my aunt was at the door and mom was on his other side. I was there, I told him everything I could in such a short time. How much I loved him, how mad I was he was leaving me the day before my birthday, asked him why was he leaving me....then I said goodbye.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't...I didnt want the picture of him in that bed with tubes to be stuck in my head! My daddy was so strong...I wanted to remember that.
But...I am happy I was there. My sisters werent able to make it. My sister, Sarah, she and I are the only two children from our parents marriage...my other sister were from my dad first marriage. I don't know how they got through this since we rarely see each other. But I saw how long it took to hit her that he was really gone. She always says she wish she was there...