On the 24/4 my Dad lost his battle. We had tried to grant his wish of passing at home. It become too hard, I don’t know how my Mother kept soldiering on as his primary carer. He become too distressed and frightened at the changes he couldn’t put into words. I felt torn the night he declared that he needed to go to hospital. One, a feeling of relief, two like we had failed him and that he would soon leave this world. It took several hours for the hospital to find his base line and get him comfortable.He did not rouse again in fear. It is the hardest thing I have ever had to witness in my life. My siblings and I all held tight to him in his final hours. He struggles no more. I am crushed, my heart bleeds.
