My father was a wonderful man, who had many health issues. He had his first of four strokes at 59 years of age.
He came back from each stroke a little bit weaker and more disabled each time, but he always had a great outlook on life.
At age 77 he fell and broke his hip, and spent 4 months in rehab. When it came time to be released, the rehab wanted him to go into a nursing home, because he would be bed ridden. He didn’t want that nor did we, so after many meetings with the doctors and social workers, they let us take him home.
My mother and sister were with him during the day, and I moved back home to be with him at night, as he needed to be change and washed every three hour. So at 11 o’clock every night I would change and wash him, and again at 3 in the morning and again at 5:30 am, then I would go to work. This went on for four and a half years. And only by the grace of God and love for him, were we able to do this, along with the help of home health aides.
On the night he died, I thought it was going to be a long drawn out process. It was just me and my mother with him.
So I went off by myself to ask God to please not have him suffer any more than he already had. He died 3 hours later and did not suffer, it was a very peaceful death, and I know that God answered my prayers that night.
It has been 14 years and I still miss him.