All done.

Dad passed away at 5:22am this morning. I tried to stay all night, but found I was feeling beyond tired into drained (physciall, emotionally and mentally), so I left Vallejo at 4am this morning. Was ok with bro and nurses, so I'm fine with it. Dad was not conscious through any of this since...at least Tuesday, and likely very little before that.

I'm going to go to unwind and sleep. Feeling tired/vibraty, funked/happy at the same time.

Thank you to all who posted, called, or just sent prayers. I felt everybody with me throughout this. You don't know what a help it was.

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Not to be disrepectful, but I would like to thank Terry Prachett.

I brought Light Fantastic with me last night, along with knitting and Games magazine. When I was sitting by myself last night, I popped open LF, and skimmed through it a bit.

There is some strange and wonderful release about sitting in hospice with someone....and reading about Death trying to learn to play bridge.
Dad got morphine, I got the giggles. Both work.

Night. Later.

Works for me, mate

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