Just a quick note today. My father-in-law, who’s been in failing health for some time, took a turn for the worse last weekend. My husband was able to arrange for hospice care, while the kids and I gathered from across the state, and rushed down to Philadelphia to be with him.
Thanks to hospice showing us how to provide palliative care, it was a quiet, gentle death. He was home, where he felt comforted. Pain, anxiety and discomfort were eased. Friends and family were able to see Gene one last time to tell him how much we loved him and to say good-bye. We all had a the opportunity to simply sit quietly with him and hold his hand.
He died peacefully in the early hours Wednesday a.m.
It was my very first experience with hospice care, and it was incredible. It is, simply put, a gift for all concerned.
Jon plans to interview the woman who was our liaison for an article. Since the kids and I arrived after she’d left, I’m looking forward to learning more about this movement.
I think it eased all our hearts to see how serene this final stage of life can be.