That morning in the hospital gift shop, I bought a Christmas ornament that said, “Father.” I knew I’d be remembering him this Christmas and every year as I decorated my tree. I also was drawn to a little snow globe with an “Angel of Hope” inside; I couldn’t resist, so I bought that, too. Oddly, all hope seemed to be lost.
Family members arrived at the hospital early; we sang Dad’s favorite songs, then took turns holding his hand as we said our silent goodbyes. His hand was warm, but I felt his life slipping away; the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. It was never a day we anticipated or would wish for anyone. We watched as fourteen tubes were disconnected one by one. At noon, the respirator would be the last.
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