RIP Dad.
He slipped away when both my brother and I were there with him.
The last couple of weeks were a steep decline. He was down to one word responses when asked a question, and not very often at that. He spent a lot of time in bed. At the end, he died in the same spot that our mother did - he had taken over her side of the bed a while ago.
I left a window cracked open when it was obvious that he was near the end. And I opened it wide when he died, so that his soul could escape the back bedroom of the house. I like to think that he has reached the Summerlands and is strolling hand in hand with my mother.
The long year of daily care has come to an end.
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