This collection of entries is from December 30, 2002.
I just got home tonight from my Mom's house. It's been a long, stressful evening.
This afternoon at 5pm, my father died.
He was at home with my mom. She found him, but he was already gone. He died quietly and from what we can tell peacefully. He had been getting weaker over the past weeks. I've talked about his problem eating here. We don't know what really happened, we only knew that his time had come.
My Mom seems to be fine. My sister Diane seems to be fine. I think I am fine. We all knew what life with Dad could be like as the cancer progressed. He didn't suffer. Even through his surgery back in May of last year, he never really had any pain at all. The only pain he had was when he had that huge abscess on his neck a few months ago. That was it.
What more could you ask for? A long life (he was 88 years old), no pain, and to die in your own house with your wife of 48 years.