Sorry all about the short sharp message yesterday…
He had been on a drip since Monday am and was in awful pain despite enough drugs on board to kill an elephant.
On Tuesday morning when I went into the hospice he had what I call the thousand yard stare. He did recognise me but was speaking very little.
His two sons and my two were due to arrive about 1 pm, so I told him he had to last to see them..
The nurses did a laborious wash and shirt change which caused him huge pain, for some reason they stood him up even though he was sitting on the bed whimpering with pain.
Hefell back onto the bed and just as I was going to get narky about him being on an angle, the nurse said I think he is going…
He gave a couple of gasps and that was it. So,no, it wasn’t peaceful or pain free.
I chased everyone out and had a howl at the moon. Got myself together and tidied the room up. Lit a candle, and howled some more.
This was at 11.40 am.
The sons arrived at 1 pm. We stayed with Terry until 3 pm when he was taken to Tauranga
Park. The undertaker phoned me at home and said he would not be cremated that day but Wednesday at 11 am.
Now we were not going todo the ‘funeral’ thing however we went to the crematorium at
11 am and all told a story about T. We then went and had lunch at Somerset Cottage.
There have been lots of lovely messages. The boys(collective age about 360 years) all leave tomorrow or the next day. Reality I guess will then sink in…