By
Winnie-Wonka
on Feb 8, 2013
at 8:30 AM
Again...thank you. You're right, sometimes the quality of mercy *is* strained...doses of morphine that would kill a healthy person but didn't kill the pain...the confusion and the frustration about being confused...cancer is such a wretched disease. But. He died with as much dignity as he could muster, in his own bed at home. He was a devout Christian so now he truly is home. I'm just worried about Mom; she's kicking herself that she was asleep when he passed. She says she jolted awake just after 3:00 am her time and she just KNEW. I think she woke up when he stopped to kiss her on his way out. I knew the man all my life and there's no way he would've left her without saying goodbye. *sigh* *hugs*