At 3.05am today I held my Dads hand, at his home and watched him take his final breath. Dad was under a hospice team receiving palliative care and had an DNR in place. As he requested to be at home, my mother upheld his wishes.
My Dad was my world and my rock and I don’t know how I’m going to cope knowing that I will never see him, speak to him, hug or kiss him ever again. I feel like someone has taken me, thrown me onto a pavement and shattered me, into a thousand pieces. How do you ever recover from this loss?
This has been less than 24 hours ago and I’m struggling already, with what I experienced, actually seeing my Dad die and the feeling like my heart is about to explode.