My friend’s father died last night. She called and texted, but for some reason I had the sound off on my phone. I’ve already texted this morning.
I only ever met him after dementia destroyed his mind. He was a big irishman, who had a great career, a long marriage to his childhood sweetheart, and six children… none of them nutty or alcoholic. In his dementia, he smiled all of the time and was so pleasantly surprised by everything. He was always so happy to see people who had just left the room and returned. They cared for him at home up until the last few months when it just became too difficult. He was as healthy as a horse and I envisioned him living in that nursing home for 20 or more years.
God had kinder plans for him. On Sunday he was hospitalized for a UTI, which became sepsis, and by Monday evening, he was gone.
My friend, God bless her, would send me updates, and being an RN, they read exactly like progress notes in a medical record. Until the text just after 10 p.m. last night, “he is gone.”
He is gone.