Superman Has Finally Returned to Krypton
Last Saturday, I visited dad, as I have every weekend since he moved here in 2015. When I arrived, he was sitting in his wheelchair with his head slumped over as if he was fast asleep. I have found him like this before but usually, I am able to awaken him. I tried everything – I took him outside where it was cool weather, assuming he would wake up and complain…I placed his dog, Coco on his lap….nothing. No response at all.
As I left him at lunchtime, I learned from the staff that he had been this way all morning and that they couldn’t get him to eat breakfast. I assumed he would wake up and eat lunch, so I left. I called later and learned that he also didn’t eat lunch, so they put him in bed. From that point on, he never left the bed. He essentially went to sleep and never awoke again.
He went 4 days without food or water before he passed. He was sleeping comfortably, so no morphine was administered until the very last day, when his breathing started to look a bit labored. So at 4 pm they started him on morphine. By 9:30 pm, he had passed away.
My brother visited him at around noon and reported no response at that time. He tried playing Frank Sinatra in his ear…nothing. When I arrived at 6 pm, I saw his breathing had become a little “weird” meaning he was breathing short breaths strictly from his belly. That was when I was told that they had started morphine. At that point, I decided to have “the talk.”
I leaned over to him and said “Ya know, you’ve lived a long and happy life. It’s time for you to go. It’s okay. We’ll all be okay. No need for you to suffer any longer. You have my permission to go.” And then 3 1/2 hours later, he passed away. I had heard of others who had tried this approach, so I figured I had nothing to lose. It has been torturous to watch his decline, knowing that I could do nothing to stop this train wreck. I was happy that he didn’t seem to suffer in the end. He literally appeared as if he just went to sleep and never awoke again.
I was happy that I was the last person to be with him. He and I were a team. I don’t even know what I will do without him in my life. Even though we haven’t been able to communicate in the traditional way for about 1 1/2 years, I knew he knew who I was and appreciated everything I had done for him. I was his cheerleader just as he had been mine my entire life. It was time for him to go.
How Did I feel?
Relieved. Happy. Satisfied. Sad. Elated. Depressed. Anxious.
A mixture of emotions. The truth is, I mourned for my dad with every visit. Every step down in his capabilities, I mourned. I cried countless times after I left him. So many tears over so many years. When the time finally came for him to really pass on, my first emotion was “THANK GOD, HE IS NOW FREE.” It’s ok to have mixed emotions. This has been the hardest thing I have ever undertaken. The most time consuming, the most emotional and the most labor intensive. It really was a full-time job. But I did it. And although I probably complained throughout the entire time, I wouldn’t have changed places with anyone. To have witnessed the full circle of life not only prepares me for what is to come but also was such an honor to have been able to give back to my father, who gave so much to me. R.I.P Dad. Mom has been waiting a long time for you to arrive.