My papa passed on 3/20/15 at 12:35 pm after a very short but vicious battle with bile duct cancer.
I am not good with death, not at all. My Papa is the first experience I have had with death especially that of a family member. Papa was a big strong man, a smart man, and a kind man. I was with him the day he passed. Originally I had left the hospital to drive the 5 hours home but something told me to go back, not sure what it was but I went back and sat by his side. I looked at Papa and he looked so tired, he looked like he was trying to talk to me. I held his hand, told him it would be ok, that GG, his wife of 60 years, would be ok. Papa went to sleep holding my hand and never woke up. I lost it, pretty much had an emotional break down. I laid down on the hospital bed with Papa, covered him up to keep him warm and cried myself to sleep. I wanted my mom, Papa was gone and I was alone and all I wanted was my mom.
I haven't really shared this much detail about it with anyone. So thank you for listening.
I am not good with death, not at all. My Papa is the first experience I have had with death especially that of a family member. Papa was a big strong man, a smart man, and a kind man. I was with him the day he passed. Originally I had left the hospital to drive the 5 hours home but something told me to go back, not sure what it was but I went back and sat by his side. I looked at Papa and he looked so tired, he looked like he was trying to talk to me. I held his hand, told him it would be ok, that GG, his wife of 60 years, would be ok. Papa went to sleep holding my hand and never woke up. I lost it, pretty much had an emotional break down. I laid down on the hospital bed with Papa, covered him up to keep him warm and cried myself to sleep. I wanted my mom, Papa was gone and I was alone and all I wanted was my mom.
I haven't really shared this much detail about it with anyone. So thank you for listening.
