Thank you
Thank you to everyone who expressed warm wishes and condolences. It is much appreciated.
My mother had this to say about his last few hours:
He spoke to Cousin N on the phone the day he died. The connection to Iraq isn't very good, and he lost the connection. He started to get agitated when N wasn't responding, and he couldn't be convinced that the connection was broken.
"This is the call. THIS is the last conversation. This is the connection," he kept repeating.
He indicated a mug on the table near the bed, convinced it was the telephone. He continued to be come agitated until the mug was handed to him. He carefully held the straw to his ear and said, "N, I love you! I love you, N! I am so proud of you. I love you!" over and over, until he realized that he was speaking into a mug.
"Oh," he said. "I've gone and fucked it all up."
Cancer is a terrible thing.
My mother had this to say about his last few hours:
He spoke to Cousin N on the phone the day he died. The connection to Iraq isn't very good, and he lost the connection. He started to get agitated when N wasn't responding, and he couldn't be convinced that the connection was broken.
"This is the call. THIS is the last conversation. This is the connection," he kept repeating.
He indicated a mug on the table near the bed, convinced it was the telephone. He continued to be come agitated until the mug was handed to him. He carefully held the straw to his ear and said, "N, I love you! I love you, N! I am so proud of you. I love you!" over and over, until he realized that he was speaking into a mug.
"Oh," he said. "I've gone and fucked it all up."
Cancer is a terrible thing.