My lovely Dad died at 8:30 am yesterday morning. I spoke with him on Sunday and he was his usually chirpy self saying that he was sure he would be home by the end of the week and would enjoy reading the blog from his phone in the hospital. Sadly on Monday he had another heart episode, which necessitated sedation and shock treatment and due to the sudden collapse he also bashed his head quite badly. A CT scan showed a fracture on the skull with an accompanying small bleed on the brain. Due to the uncertainty of his condition my brother Col and I were allowed to be with him. I arrived at the hospital at 8pm Monday evening as Col had arrived a few hours before me. A priest was called and Dad was given the Sacrament of The Sick. Since he was fairly peaceful due to the sedative Col and I returned to Mum and Dad's house at 11pm only to be woken by a telelphone call from the hospital at 1am.
It was a long night and Dad's heart and oxygen rate kept dipping and then he seemed to rally but as the night turned into day his heart became really irregular and we knew it wouldn't be long. Just before he died the sedation had worn off slightly -enough for him to open his eyes and recognise we were with him and that was a real comfort. Col and I had prayed with him and for him during the night and at the very end we were able to encourage him to make that step in to eternity - a very painful and humbling priviledge.
Dad it hurts not to have you here and you have left a massive hole, may you rest in peace, San xx