My beautiful Papa.
9 months ago tonight, I kissed Papa Bud goodbye. 9 months ago tomorrow, he left our world for a better one.I will never forget his last evening.
He had been resting comfortably thanks to the powerful pain medications the staff of Hospice arranged for him.
His breathing had become labored and he had the "death rattle" breathing sound you hear about as a person is nearing the end of their life. I have to say it is the worst sound I have ever heard. I am comforted knowing he didn't feel any of the pain associated with dying. That sound haunts me.
As I sat by his bedside that last evening of his life, it dawned on me that death isn't easy for everyone.
In a way, its almost like child labor. But instead of having a new life to show for the hard work a mom puts in, when you labor in death, your reward is eternal rest.
9 months ago tonight I kissed him goodbye. I knew he didn't have long. As I walked out of his hospital room, I turned to take one last look at him. Even as he labored to die, he was still so handsome to me.
Tomorrow marks 9 months since he drew his last breath, since he suffered last. 9 months since a part of my heart left with him. I miss him and was so grateful to spend his last evening by his bed side.
Sweet girl, I'm so sorry you're hurting. I know how you feel, it's been almost 5 years since my Daddy died of cancer. I'm glad you have lots of good memories to keep you until you get to be with him again.
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