Taking care of someone you love is a privilege; taking care of some you love that is dieing is a privilege and a blessing.
My Sister, Jo and I nursed Dad in his own home for six weeks up until his death on Friday Sept 26, 2008. Dad never, ever once complained. His sense of humour was always there even when he couldn't talk well; he found a way to make us smile. He loved us and taught us so much during those final weeks.
We gave him a personal door bell to use to call us if he needed anything... It had the loudest alarm in a compact little box that we would cart around with us. He would not use the thing and had several falls trying his hardest to remain independent. After being scolded many times he decided to try out his new gadget.
Jo and I were sitting in the dining room, I was quietly drawing and she was doing her sudoku. Next thing a hideous screeching alarm pierced through the silent air * &*^%$ %$#@ *&#@^% we stared at each other for a split second and then both flew to his room in a panic. There he was sitting up in bed, confused look on his face..... We both thought something must be terribly wrong for him to finally give in to the bell. "What's wrong Dad, Do you need something?" we asked in unison. "Yes", he replies, "whose car is that in my driveway?" %$#@^*!
Later that day while he told Jo's husband the story he rang the alarm again!! Again we both flew off to his room on a mission of mercy................. Yes, he and Son in Law were sitting on the bed watching the clock to see how quickly we answered the call.
We all commented that he might not last as long as God was planning if he kept playing tricks on us!
My Hero, My Dad. I would spend any spare time wandering around Dad's big beautiful garden collecting things to sketch.