"On Death and Dying"
finally
at
peace
I can say what has been
in the back of my mind
for the last 14 days
This is how Dad died.
he made the decision himself
with Mom
together
as they did everything else
praying and talking and planning
Together
they had an agreement
cancer
emphysema
heart attack
heart attack
cancer
cancer
cancer
yep, he smoked.
for awhile
he took it as his punishment
he did his penance
no more trumpet
no more golf
no more deli breakfasts
no more outings with friends
no more playtime
no more routine
no more joy
no more
no more
no more
but after a while
enough was enough
how much
was too much
so when it got bad
and he could no longer
eat
feeding tube
swallow
hydrating machine for mouth
go to the bathroom
enemas, tubes, pads
walk
bedridden
breathe
oxygen
sleep
morphine
talk
no, he kept talking...
barely above a whisper
breathing heavily
pausing between syllables
rationing his words
rationing his air
rationing his energy
rationing his life
to tell us
to
STOP
to let him go
to help him go
to be happy
when he was gone
for him
for us
no more pain
for any of us
so we did
with tears
and acceptance
and relief
stopped feeding
stopped grasping
stopped wanting
him
to live
his life
was his
to finish
with dignity?
no
there was little dignity left
in a 90 pound shell
withered
by pain
reliant on machines
unable to control
the most basic
bodily functions
incapable
of
everything
everything
but
dying
so he died
as he wanted
without fear
without mess
without trauma
on his own terms
he died
with
peace
peace
rest in peace