We got to ohio
at midnight saturday morning.
He breathed shallow deep stomach diaphram breaths until 4 am when we went home to sleep. We were back at 10 am. I was in the room at 12:10 pm when he passed. It was peaceful. I have never witnessed death before. Watching this made me less afraid. It was just one breath, then none. Everyone cried. I didn't. Not until his wife of fifty years shed tears. Then I did as well. Amy came in a few minutes after he passed with her sister and brother. The planning for the funeral was a family affair and very matter of fact just like the man who died. He was buried in a blue suit. The flowers were red white and blue because he was an Army Vet. I was a shadow at the wake because I didn't know anyone but her immediate family and how do you explain me really? It wasn't a coming out party it was a funeral. A lot of people loved him. A lot of tears. Death is a mournful mouthful but when I looked at it, I wasn't so sad. He was an old man. He lived a long healthy and very blessed life with amazing friends and family. That is what matters in the end. The church stuff didn't really settle me. It is meant for those who are mourning, as a way of saying its okay to say goodbye. But I didn't feel like I needed that in order to face his death. The first funeral I went to was also catholic. He was 25. Young. And very sick. I was terribly upset then, because of his age, facing my own mortality, but I would be blessed to live almost 80 years. I would want good health though. At the burial ceremony there was a 21 gun salute. That was awesome. It made me weep. I am from a family full of veterans. I don't believe in war, but I believe in what they stand for.
Anyway, we left this morning. Amy twisted up her ankle pretty good on the ice last night. We are waiting for the swelling to go down, and then we might have to go and see our doctor to make sure it is just a bad sprang. Anyway, Now I cook.
Best,
cole
He breathed shallow deep stomach diaphram breaths until 4 am when we went home to sleep. We were back at 10 am. I was in the room at 12:10 pm when he passed. It was peaceful. I have never witnessed death before. Watching this made me less afraid. It was just one breath, then none. Everyone cried. I didn't. Not until his wife of fifty years shed tears. Then I did as well. Amy came in a few minutes after he passed with her sister and brother. The planning for the funeral was a family affair and very matter of fact just like the man who died. He was buried in a blue suit. The flowers were red white and blue because he was an Army Vet. I was a shadow at the wake because I didn't know anyone but her immediate family and how do you explain me really? It wasn't a coming out party it was a funeral. A lot of people loved him. A lot of tears. Death is a mournful mouthful but when I looked at it, I wasn't so sad. He was an old man. He lived a long healthy and very blessed life with amazing friends and family. That is what matters in the end. The church stuff didn't really settle me. It is meant for those who are mourning, as a way of saying its okay to say goodbye. But I didn't feel like I needed that in order to face his death. The first funeral I went to was also catholic. He was 25. Young. And very sick. I was terribly upset then, because of his age, facing my own mortality, but I would be blessed to live almost 80 years. I would want good health though. At the burial ceremony there was a 21 gun salute. That was awesome. It made me weep. I am from a family full of veterans. I don't believe in war, but I believe in what they stand for.
Anyway, we left this morning. Amy twisted up her ankle pretty good on the ice last night. We are waiting for the swelling to go down, and then we might have to go and see our doctor to make sure it is just a bad sprang. Anyway, Now I cook.
Best,
cole