I received the call about 3:30 yesterday......Hubby answered the phone and then said to me, "Miss Anderson has some bad news". My Dad had passed during one of his naps. I so much wanted to be with him at that final moment.......but, it wasn't to be. His remains were still in his room, the room had been sealed and they were waiting for the medical examiner. His body would be released to a funeral home that the prison deals with, and be cremated at the cost of the State. I had the option of picking our own funeral home, but I'm going to let the State handle it. I will have to purchase an urn and I will bringing his ashes home with me. He's finally coming home.
My Dad's side of the family didn't give a shit about him......I haven't called anyone. My Uncle just lost the last of his two brothers...........he has never even called to see how Dad was doing. The last time I talked to him was in January when "I" called him to tell him that Dad was dying. I've never heard anything from him since. He will have to live with this for the rest of his life. A bad conscience it a terrible thing.
I did what I had to do......for myself and for him. I was there for him, I fed him, I washed his face and mouth, I held his mangled hand, I stroked his head, I held him when he cried out in pain, and I always told him that I loved him. He passed knowing that someone did love him.....and I will have no regrets knowing that I was there to the end.
Rest in peace my dear Father........I loved you dearly and completely.