Caring For A Parent In Their Final Hours Of Life
My Dad and His Plane (the Red Baron)
From the Second We Were Born
From the second we were born our parents have taken care of us, loved us and cherished us from our first breath in life.
I was so fortunate that I had loving parents and parents that would go to the ends of the Earth to protect me.
It is sad to say that not everyone has had a loving family life. There are parents that give up their new born child for many different reason that I will not get into in this hub. All I can say that I was blessed to have a the best Mother and Father in the world and miss them dearly.
As Your Parents Get Older
As you get older, your parents are getting older as well and you start to see their age catching up to them, and in many cases their health beginning to decline. As hard as it is to see your parents getting older and their health declining, this is the circle of life, sad to say.
it certainly breaks my heart to see anyone get older, but that is life and we have to deal with whatever health issues that may arise.
Our parents have taken care of us from the very beginning of our life, but there comes a time in our life that we need to do the same for our parents as they did for us. That is to love and care for them as they did for us.
This may mean sacrifices for us, meaning you may have to give up somethings in order to care for your parents, and especially if they are ill and need you as you needed them your whole life.
It is time to give back what was given to us from our parents.
Here is my story of how I took care of my dad in his final hours of life. Caring for a parent a parent in their final hours of life is what everyone of us should and must do. Our parents need us as we needed them all through the years of our life.
My Father was a very active and strong man. He had his pilots licence ever since he was 17 years of age and flew his entire life. He owned many different planes and always wanted to teach me to fly, but I was not interested for the fact that I was afraid of heights.
When my dad was 80 years old he was diagnosed with Multiple Myloma and began treatment for this cancer. Although nothing would hold my dad back from flying, people thought that his cancer would stop him and they were all wrong. My father was a strong and intelligent person and knew where to draw the line, but his cancer didn't stop him from flying. He flew that plane (The Red Baron) three weeks before his death.
When We Got the Horrible News
After about one year of treatments we got the horrible news from my dads Doctors that there was nothing else they could do to stop the cancer he had, and advised him to be admitted to the hospital and to be on Hospice.
The man my father was, said to the Doctors, "there is no way I will die in a hospital!" He wanted to die with dignity, and to die in his own home with his family.
It was my turn to take care of my father as he took care of me my entire life. It was my job, and my honor to give my fathers last days on Earth the dignity and love that he most deserved.
I left my home and moved in with my mom and dad to help with his care and to be there for my loving mother in her time of need. She needed her son to be with. My sister also stayed in their home and was a huge support and tremendous help for all of us.
This is where family needs to stick together, and love each other more than ever! It is now the time to say goodbye to the person that has brought you life into this world, but we will meet again someday in Heaven Dad!
Remembering My Father (remember Me)
Time Was Getting Near
I stayed with my parents for three weeks. The Hospice nurse informed me of what to expect in the days to come. I worked in a Hospital for 10 years and have seen many patients die, but to see your own parent dying in front of your own eyes is something totally different.
To see your father that was strong, intelligent, kind, loving, caring and full of life man decline right before your eyes is something words can not ever be described.
There was a photo of my dads parents hanging on the wall behind his bed, and he knew it was there. He asked me to move that photo from the back of his bed and put it on the wall in front of his bed so that he could look at his parents and had passed away so many years ago.
To hear him ask that of me ripped my heart out. He wanted to look at his parents that gave him life and to see that in a few hours he would be with them once again in Heaven.
The Hospice nurse said to me, in the final moments your dad will take 3 deep long breaths and the third breath will be the last one.
I went to the head of the bed and placed my arm behind my dads head and held it up so that he would have a clear view of his parents photo that he asked me to hang on the wall. I wrapped my other arm around his chest and witnessed and heard the first of three deep long breaths. Followed by the second and the final long and deep breath.
My Father that gave me life, and brought me up to be the man that he was has now died in my arms, as he held me in his arms when I was born.
TILL WE MEET AGAIN DAD!
LOVE YOUR SON, MARK
A Dying Parent
© 2013 Mark Bruno