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In early November 2009, dad had a procedure done to look inside his lungs. The doctor came out and told my brother and I that dad's lung was collapsing. We went into denial. Then the week of Thanksgiving he was admitted to home hospice care and I became his caretaker and advocate. Dad had not gone to church for over 20 years but he was agreeable to have my priest come to talk and give communion. It was lovely and after communion dad's face glowed.
For Thanksgiving dad was in a wheelchair and on oxygen. Then on the 14th December he passed away. He had been uncomfortable overnight and I ordered a hospital bed to be brought in. I also got my daughter and the hospice nurse to be there to help me get him to the bed. But that never happened. He was so uncomfortable that when I called the nurse she had me give Dad morphine every two hours. And then when the nurse got to the house we went back to Dad's bedroom. He was leaving us. I got the unction oil and put the sign of the cross on his forehead and he took his last breath under my hand.