My father passed away on Wednesday morning. He was living in a nursing home due to failing health and dementia. Even though my mother and the rest of his family were gone, he would still ask me if I had spoken to them. Living to ninety nine proved to be very challenging for him. Especially with dementia.
From what I’ve been told, it appears that he had a massive stroke. He had been in the hospital for a week, for altered mental status, the same time that I was in the hospital for pneumonia. He came back to the nursing home and at 6 am the next day he was gone. He also had brain cancer and had been on hospice for several months last year.
I’m very grateful for the care that he received in a Catholic nursing home. They were very compassionate and patient. He also received excellent medical care. I took great comfort that he was in a Christian environment.
Although my father didn’t want a funeral, he will have a military burial with a full gun salute, to honor his military service in WWII. We will receive the flag from his coffin, which I plan to frame. Then he will be laid to rest next to my mother. Something that he had wanted for a very long time.