Soldato
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My dad died on the 3rd, we were told at around 8am that he had been admitted to hospital ( again) and that in the doctors' opinion my dad wouldn't have long left
He didn't live close by, so we had to wait until my carers got me up at 11:30 am to leave,
Needless to say, 6.5 hours later we did not make it until after he died, but the matron knew that we were all coming so she kept him in situ on the hospital bed that he died on ready for us to see him.
My half sister got to the hospital just in time, but as soon as she made it to the ward, he died at the same time, so she missed seeing him too, sadly
when mum, and I got there, my full sister was on route too from as far away as us, so she didn't make it before he died either,
Anyway, we got there, and my mum, my sister and I went to see his body at the same time.
it was very odd sitting next to his body, I got to hold his hand, and stroke his moustache ( he's always had a tom selleck magnum : PI moustache, it was one of his definining features really, apart from being somewhat bald on the top front of his head.
I got fed up of being with a dead body, and decided that it was time to leave.
So, we all left, but I didn't realise that this was a chance to say goodbye.
I didn't say goodbye, and I really wish that I had've, it's driving me a little potty
does anyone have a similar experience or any advice?
thanks.
He didn't live close by, so we had to wait until my carers got me up at 11:30 am to leave,
Needless to say, 6.5 hours later we did not make it until after he died, but the matron knew that we were all coming so she kept him in situ on the hospital bed that he died on ready for us to see him.
My half sister got to the hospital just in time, but as soon as she made it to the ward, he died at the same time, so she missed seeing him too, sadly
when mum, and I got there, my full sister was on route too from as far away as us, so she didn't make it before he died either,
Anyway, we got there, and my mum, my sister and I went to see his body at the same time.
it was very odd sitting next to his body, I got to hold his hand, and stroke his moustache ( he's always had a tom selleck magnum : PI moustache, it was one of his definining features really, apart from being somewhat bald on the top front of his head.
I got fed up of being with a dead body, and decided that it was time to leave.
So, we all left, but I didn't realise that this was a chance to say goodbye.
I didn't say goodbye, and I really wish that I had've, it's driving me a little potty
does anyone have a similar experience or any advice?
thanks.