I’m wondering how many here have had to deal with this.
How did/do you get through it?
Thanks.
I sat with my father during his last month of life. At the time, I was not aware that it was his last month of life. I was just taking it one day at a time, and putting a whole lot of stuff into God’s hands.
I look back and I have absolutely no regrets. There are no "what-if"s in my mind. Well - other than thinking that if I had known he would be in for a whole month, I would have bought a hospital parking pass. And if I had known he was going to die, I would have started cleaning up his apartment a lot sooner - they don’t give you much time, after the tenant dies. But there is no way I could have known either of those things.
What helped the most:
- I was there with him nearly every day.
- We talked about everything - we said everything that had to be said. We were honest with each other - not painfully so, nor rudely, but just, these are the facts, and this is what we are required to deal with, so let’s deal with it together.
- I did everything that I knew I should do. I talked to the doctors and I did everything to make him comfortable and to try to help him get well. I gave him something to hope for every day. I brought him soup and jello when he couldn’t eat the hospital food. I brought him clothes and nail clippers and toothpaste and diapers when he needed them. I demanded that the nurses treat him with respect. I believed in him all the way to the very end - I never doubted his word, nor treated him like a child. I’m glad I never did that. (It was tempting, at times. There were moments when I thought he had lost his mind, and I wanted to baby him - but I never did. I always treated him with great respect and love.)
- I followed all of his wishes. Every last singe one of them. I kept all of my promises.
Walking with him through that last journey has made me stronger.
How did/do you bring yourself to embrace it per Catholic spiritual teaching?
The pain is not all there is. You can still laugh, and you can still impart great wisdom. We know that the pain will end, and that the laughter and the wisdom will be remembered. Your loved one will escape into Heaven when the time becomes right, leaving you behind - but they leave the door open just a crack, so you can catch a glimpse every now and again, to know that finally, they are safe and happy. But they won’t go until they’re good and ready.
How has it impacted you in your daily life?
I take bigger risks than I used to. I do more interesting things. I care a lot less about what other people think of me, and I worry less about the consequences.
How has it impacted your interior/spiritual life?
I am way happier and more peaceful. The journey through pain and death is a good journey to take. I’ve had my practice walk, with my Dad, and now I think I could take it on for myself, for real, when the time comes.