After a hellish, ugly weekend, my dad died on Tuesday morning. It was a nice day to die. Birds singing, children laughing and life carrying on as usual. It was Dad’s day to leave us. We had an extended goodbye- a 3 day love fest. My Dad, the loving Physician and father had Alzheimer’s disease and slowly, lost his memory:
Forgot how to get home
Forgot where he lived
Forgot his friends
Lost interest in reading
Forgot how to read
Forgot distant family…
close family… how to make a complete sentence… Finally, Dad forgot how to breathe.
Dad died on Tuesday morning.
Now, he’s home.
Dear Phil and family,
I am so sorry for your loss. I hope you find comfort in your loving memories. I know he raised an amazing son.
Carol Angland McCourt