You wait long enough and someone you care about no longer is busy being born and...is busy dying. November 19, 2008 at 6:12 p.m. Dad finished his business. And, once he made up his mind, it took him less than a week. On Thursday, November 13, shortly after noon, his oncologist, informed him that the chemo wasn't working, the tumor on his pancrease had grown, and the only thing left to prescribe for him, was hospice. Dad was stoic, although he said later that he was surprised, that despite being bedridden for a month, he was going to beat it. Like he did before. That same night he told Bill that he would be dead in a week. The nurse at Hospice House said "no way". He was much too strong and would be around a few more weeks, at least. But he didn't see the point in that. On that last day, Mom and I took a break after 8 hours in his room. Ten minutes after we left him, he let go. He liked to be alone for moments like that.
He had good run. Here's his obit:
