At approximately 4:30 a.m. this morning my father was called home. Thankfully it was painless(thanks to wonderful meds) and about 12 hours after my last post. He isn't suffering anymore and for that I am grateful. The last 12 hours were probably the hardest of all. He was suffering from terminal restlessness and we could hardly keep him in bed even though technically he should have been basically unconscious. Thanks to our wonderful Hospice nurse we were eventually able to get him to sleep and at 5 a.m. I was awoken by my neice, who had reason to believe he was gone.
I have to admit going in and checking was hard but at the same time peaceful. But there was other even harder moments.
Thank you for all your prayers.