My step Dad died this evening. He was 97 years young and one of the few remaining World war 2 veterans. He’s happy now because I know he’s with Momma now. He missed her so much after she died and he just wanted to hold her hand and be in her presence one more time. Well, he’s there now.
I was asked if I was going to drive down to the hospital to be with him one last time before he died. The answer was “No”. He wasn’t conscious and would have not known that I was there plus the hospital had a limit of one direct family member at a time in the room. I assume it has something to do with social distancing. I knew when I was asked that I would never make it in time anyway even if I left right away. Besides, he grew up in a different time when men were men and he wouldn’t want anyone standing around blubbering about him.
So I have mixed emotions tonight since I don’t do well with death. I’ll process it my way somehow.