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My last memory is of his raspy breath while in the hospital. It's not something I like to think of. DH makes the same sound when he's sick and sleeping.. and It keeps me awake.
No my last good memory of dad is the one I focus on. I was getting out of the suv and the convo went like this. Keep in mind, we're tormenting each other, I'm not actually telling him to shut up.. We'd been having this conversation all day.
Me "shut up"
Me "shut up"
me" love you dad"
and he giggled like a little boy (he had dementia) and gave me a big kiss.
~TTC #1 together 1 year and counting ~
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My last actual memory of my Dad is the actual moment of his passing. I do not like to look back at that. Instead, I think about the time just before I moved away. The time when he was still healthy and happy.
My very last memory is of being with him when he passed, and yup Ashley, that rattly breath...I mean actually my dad's death was very peaceful and beautiful in many ways, but obviously I'd rather remember a moment of connection.
The night before he died - he couldn't speak because he was on a ventilator - he looked right in my eyes and was trying to mouth something. I could see how much he loved me in his eyes. And when I said "I know you love me, I know you're proud of me, and Dad I love you too" he smiled. When I remember that moment, it tugs at my heart, because on the way home that night I had a feeling the end was nigh, but it also releases floods of memories of similar moments - we used to have late night chats together, days out together, and that sort of thing, we were very close - it all comes back to me through that moment.