My name is Eleanor and my Dad died on June 10, 2001 at the age of 82. It was a horrible death for my Dad and he suffered greatly. For two years he was recovering from a back operation that left him hunched over and in pain. God bless him he really tried, working with the therapist and wearing his brace. My Dad had married a younger woman 9 years ago and she treated him poorly throughout his illness. This hurt him deeply but he did have his four daughter's who adored him. Dad was my mentor and my friend. He was always there for me and he was my hero. We worked together in the family business, in which he owned.
My grief is the most painful thing that I have experienced. I can't sleep at night thinking of his last two weeks on earth and how he suffered. Dad was always a bright man but at the end he had dementia and was awake almost constantly for two weeks, agitated and demanding. It was so difficult because nothing could satisfy him. Finally, the last two days, he fell asleep and we thought he was just sleeping and exhausted from not sleeping. Little did we know, he was in a coma. The doctor never told us Dad was going to dye, although many calls were made to him. All my sisters visited him on his last day (and everyday of course when he was so sick). I saw him 2 hours before his death and asked him to sqeeze my mind if he heard me and he couln't. I then asked him to nod his head if he heard me and he did nod. I then asked him if he was in pain and he shook his head no. I then asked him if he knew how much I loved him and he nodded his head yes. I went home and within an hour the hospital called and told me to come right over, but it was too late, he was gone. To see my Dad laying in that bed was a horrible memory for me and I don't know how to forget. My Dad was such an important person in my life. No one really understands my grief. I cry everyday. Please respond at Lnrtens@aol.com. I will answer every email.