My Daddy was on hospice care at Virtua. His primary care physician did rounds there and said that it would not be long. After spending the night in the hospital with my Daddy. I went home to grab a shower when Brother and the care aid came to be with Daddy. I just got out of the shower and Brother called me and said that his breathing was different. I said that I would be there as soon as I'm dressed as I just got out of the shower. On the way back to the hospital I was hoping for a miracle turnaround for Daddy. The NY Met's Home Opener was tonight on April 04, 2016 so we could watch together. When i get to the Hospital room, he was sleeping peacefully like when I left that morning. I looked up and my Brother said that he had just passed away 2 minutes ago. Imagining this moment I thought I would be hysterical, being Daddy's girl and all. Instead I kissed his forehead and said Good bye, that I loved him and thanked him for everything.
I was disappointed in my reaction and felt bad, but I was relieved - he had been sick for so long and I knew he loved Brother and I, but he also missed his late wife, Kathleen and I knew he was at peace resting with her.
