On March 20, I lost my Dad.

My mom called me March 19 at 3:16 in the morning. Dad had moved into the nursing home. The nursing home sent him to Methodist hospital.

At 9am I arrived at Methodist. I had his room number so I went straight over to him.

He was in bed and begging for water.

I spoke to the nurses station and he was given just a few sips of water.

At shift change, we got a new nurse to help us.

She agreed that Dad should be able to do as he wishes as he was in Palliative care.

This is the part where the nurse informs me Dad’s kidneys have shut down. His heart was very weak.

Dad was only alive because of an IV drip that was keeping his blood pressure up.

Before I knew it, I was in a room with another nurse and a social worker.

I had to make the decision to let Dad go.

He was fully aware that he was dying.

The hospital staff spoke of how he loved life.

He loved my mom, they were together for 61 years.