A few years before my grandfather died, without knowing it was going to happen, he told me about how there were so many things he never got the chance to do - but that he felt like he got to do enough to be happy.
He was almost 90 when medical complications got the better of him.
Not to me, but to my mum. When my dad died, he’d been ill with cancer for a few months, and in the final few days it spread to his brain, and he became essentially unable to communicate in any meaningful way.
However when it was clear we were in his final few minutes (his breathing made it obvious he was almost gone) my mum said to him that she loved him, and although he couldn’t form words, he managed to make sounds that, although not words, were clearly the correct syllables and emphasis for “I love you”. It was amazing, and meant so much.
That’s so cool. Thank you for sharing. <3
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Where’s the cheese?
She wanted cheese with her biscuits the night before she died. I think these might have been her last words to me, eleven years ago.
I fetched the cheese.
My mum acknowledged my mental illness would mean I would never succeed in life.
Not to get too personal here mate, but fuck that and fuck her. She’s dead, you’re still here, and I believe in you. You got this!
That sounds like a harsh thing to say, even if it’s their last day
Hold on tight together!
My gandad wrote this because he could not speak
“Arf arf arf arf arf!” ~ My dog
I’ve sat through a lot of deaths but never really witnessed the dying moments up close aside from pets.
Not to me, but my grandma told grandpa they should take their t-shirts and go home. Not sure when she said it, either, but I sure do miss her.
excessively trivial things
Wished they hadn’t worked so much.
“Never grow old”
My grandfather :’(
There’s a book which can be a hard read that you might appreciate. The Top Five Regrets of the Dying
