Woke up to some horrible news today. Father has been in hospital for over a week with breathing problems, this morning they called to say he took a turn for the worse last night and we needed to come in. Doctor said he's dying and will very likely go today, his situation is hopeless. Me and my siblings were each allowed to go in one at a time to see him one final time. It was the worst thing I've ever witnessed, he looked nothing like the man I knew. He was conscious but too weak to speak or even properly open his eyes, he could only fidget a little bit and I'm sure I saw him try to smile as I spoke. We've never been close, he was a rotten dad all things considered and when I hopefully have children I want to have relationships totally the opposite of what ours was. Saying though we've always cared for him, it's how we've been brought up and we know at heart he has never been a wicked person, just a unbelievably complex one.
Braced myself for this day for a long time, he's been very poorly for a while and it was obvious months ago he was near the end. After we'd each had our time with him a priest came and gave him his last rights, he then came into a private room with us and our mum and gave a private mass (the current climate means a funeral service won't be possible).
I cracked when I saw him because it was so horrific seeing how dramatically he's deteriorated, I pray to God I'll be able to get the image out my head and remember him how he was. Haven't cried like that in a while, it was so awful. Long-term I'll be okay, like I said I've braced myself for this day for a long time but it doesnt make it any less horrible when it finally arrives. Hopefully he's at peace and with his deceased family and friends now because we know how terribly he's missed them. Godspeed Dad xxx