nero
05-26-2006, 09:59 PM
My dad passed away in Jan. 06 having had Alzheimers and it took a period of four days from when his shallow breathing alerted the nurses to call us. Over those days, although he had had a bowel infection, it was apparent he was going to die and although one day he seemed better he continued on to die. I really loved my Dad and during this time held his hand and talked over him with my mom, sometimes my younger 13 year old daughter and sometimes my husband wherein we would talk about good times to him. As his breathing struggles got worse and he heaved day after day with his chest I held his hand and cried please don't go. I don't know why I said this if I knew he was dying because at the end a nurse told my mom and I while having a small break outside his room "perhaps we should tell him its okay to go".
I still feel stunned and terribly upset that i failed to know that I should have known to say this. It just didn't seem real that he was actually going and I just didn't want to lose him. To think that what was a four day struggle of incredible deep deep breathing and holding my hand, until it went limp and he took list last breath, was him trying to stay alive, makes me feel so badly that he was doing this. I know most professionals say the dying have their hearing as the last thing to leave them and I therefore assume he heard me begging him not do die.
I feel so badly I can't describe it. Having lost my first child at 38 weeks intrauterinely I can't figure out what happened that I didn't figure out that it was perfectly natural for him to leave and better (which i do know) since he was just recently bedridden with his Alzheimers and the bowel germ. I wish I had known something about death; I am 46 years and can't figure out how I got this far in life and knew so little of how I should have acted for him.
Maybe I just need someone to tell me its natural to do this or not know what I should have or that the nurse was giving me instructions I could not have possibly enacted or that would have made a difference. All I know is that I feel like not only having lost him is terribly painful but the incredible error I made in making him hang on. It was four days and nights steady of this process and when we were not there he did it alone....I was there a lot but now cannot grasp what was I thinking...he was dying...why did I say such a thing and possibly pressure him.
For anyone who has yet to face this, an understanding of dying is really something one must read about as I feel the nurse was letting me know the error of my ways and therefore I wouldnt want anyone to feel what I do now for having made such a terrible mistake.
I still feel stunned and terribly upset that i failed to know that I should have known to say this. It just didn't seem real that he was actually going and I just didn't want to lose him. To think that what was a four day struggle of incredible deep deep breathing and holding my hand, until it went limp and he took list last breath, was him trying to stay alive, makes me feel so badly that he was doing this. I know most professionals say the dying have their hearing as the last thing to leave them and I therefore assume he heard me begging him not do die.
I feel so badly I can't describe it. Having lost my first child at 38 weeks intrauterinely I can't figure out what happened that I didn't figure out that it was perfectly natural for him to leave and better (which i do know) since he was just recently bedridden with his Alzheimers and the bowel germ. I wish I had known something about death; I am 46 years and can't figure out how I got this far in life and knew so little of how I should have acted for him.
Maybe I just need someone to tell me its natural to do this or not know what I should have or that the nurse was giving me instructions I could not have possibly enacted or that would have made a difference. All I know is that I feel like not only having lost him is terribly painful but the incredible error I made in making him hang on. It was four days and nights steady of this process and when we were not there he did it alone....I was there a lot but now cannot grasp what was I thinking...he was dying...why did I say such a thing and possibly pressure him.
For anyone who has yet to face this, an understanding of dying is really something one must read about as I feel the nurse was letting me know the error of my ways and therefore I wouldnt want anyone to feel what I do now for having made such a terrible mistake.

