What a lovely thread. So much love, kindness and comfort.
My dad died yesterday morning. He was at home, and I was there with my mum. I had been there all day and he was deep, deep asleep the whole time. He had been in such terrible pain the past few nights, but seeing him so deep asleep in his little snuggly nest I knew the end was coming and we talked to him, held his hand and stroked his face.
I got some sleep, and my mum came to wake me up at 4am. She said dad seemed to be in distress, and by the time I got back up there, he was gone. He had been alone less than a minute.
In the moment we were both pleased for him and proud that he had gone so peacefully. It was heartbreaking, but also lovely. It was hours before anyone else was about, just me and mum - we had a cup of tea, we chatted and laughed a little. No one could have asked for a better end.
The grief will come later, but I do believe the new journey doesn't start right away. That I was there with my mum was an honour. That I was there for my dad was very special. I will do it again for any loved one and now I won't be afraid.
God bless all you lovely contributer who have shared your stories. OP, my dad was a superhero too.
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