What a week. It began pretty normal with trying to get back into the swing of things. HIIT class at the gym, laundry, unpacking, grocery shopping, visiting my dad. Abby had middle school bootcamp on Tuesday. I tried recruiting for PTSA at the parent meeting. I also worked the PTA table for Ellie's school and went with her to her orientation. My friend from high school was in town promoting his new book so I went to see him and have dinner with high school friends. On Thursday, the older two had their annual check up in the morning. Voss had his meeting with his counselor in the afternoon. I took my mom to the airport in between. She was meeting Suzanne in the Panhandle for a beach weekend. I got a call from my dad's home saying he was in the hospital due to lack of oxygen. I had visited him the day before and he was asleep. I kina knew it was coming because he had stopped eating and we had a DNR. I went to the hospital and was still quite unprepared for what awaited me. Possibly the worst moment in my life, signing the Hospice paperwork and calling Fr. James to give him his last rites. A mechanical fail for the airplane my mom was supposed to take, so she took a taxi to join us at the hospital. Friday I went to a new parent meet up at Stockton and then back to the hospital to camp out next to my dad. Suzanne drove back from the Panhandle and sat with mom and I, too. I didn't know what else to do. Nothing felt right other than sitting next to him and playing some of his old CDs. A sleu of navy buddies came in to visit. Anne Marie took Ellie and friends to lunch. My friend, Jess took the younger two for the day. Marly was still at a sleepover with her friend. We went to dinner at TCC with the Freemans and Nixons, which helped give me a breather but I drank way too much, not anticipating how dehydrated I was after crying all day. So Saturday I was miserable. I went back to the hospital for the same game plan. I helped my mom with paperwork and found all my dad had left to help us prepare. My cousin, Natalie came up with her kids. We just watched his blood pressure slow down. My brother, Matt flew in that night. A saint delivered us all a huge lasagna for dinner. We said the rosary together and stayed him him until about 2am. Matt spent the night there. On Sunday morning I was in the grocery store grabbing things for lunch at the hospital when Phil called me to come quickly. Dad took his last few breaths surrounded by family and friends (Wally). Although we prepared, it was still so hard. The hardest week of my life. I brought mom back home and we started making all the arrangements. We went to mass and then to a new Mexican restaurant for dinner. Here are the photos of the week.
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