Posted: May 17, 08 12:32pm
I was too emotional with this the first time to have a real handle on it. I had to stand back and get some perspective. Saw some clichés, confusing sentences, and unnecessary words. I kept hearing Ken and Milt saying REWRITE! Made a few changes, and think, (hope) it is a better read. Any and all comments or critiques are welcome.
Dad
Two phrases were stuck in my head. Please don’t let him be in pain, please don’t let him be afraid. I had never watched someone die before.
He was my Wife’s Father, but I called him Dad too. An intestinal blockage had brought him to the hospital, but after three good years, the cancer was back. I was going to miss cooking dinner for him. I was going to miss rubbing the top of his balding head. Miss the smile on his face when he played with the dog.
We stood around the bed, waiting, watching him die. I watched Dad, watched my Wife. She had seen others die in this bed. She is a critical care nurse, and this is her unit. I wondered what would go through her mind the next time she walked into this room, saw someone die in this bed?
There were six of us watching. My wife was at he head of the bed holding his hand. Our Daughter next to her, and then came his favorite Niece. His Son and Daughter In Law stood at the foot of the bed. I was at the top on the other side.
He had been unresponsive for several hours. But then his eyes opened, focused, and he smiled as he saw the people he loved. He looked at each of us, starting with my Wife. Finally, he got to me. His smile turned into a chuckle, then a laugh. It was the last thing he did.








