And you, my father, there on the sad height,/Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears... DYLAN THOMAS Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
In August 1987 my 29 year old sister died of a cerebral haemorrhage caused by a tumour on the brain. My mother died in November 2004, aged 82, after suffering from progressive Alzheimer's disease for 5 years.
3 days ago my father died. He was 90 years old. He was admitted to hospital just before Christmas with gastroenteritis. He never returned home again. Gradually he became thinner and weaker. He slept more and more, and, when awake, often rambled and was confused. He became seriously dehydrated. Finally he died of acute renal failure. Towards the end he said several things to me which showed me that he knew he was dying and that he wanted to die. At one point my voice seemed to cut through to him, to the distant mental place he was inhabiting, and he came to, opened his eyes wide and looked directly at me. "Oh, I do love you, Robert", he said. All his raging had gone completely, and he slipped peacefully away.
Oh the tree of life is growing/Where the spirit never dies/And the bright light of salvation shines/In dark and empty skies BOB DYLAN Death Is Not The End