I’m so sorry for your loss OP, but glad this thread is bringing some comfort that your dad would have likely known you were there at the end. Also reassurance that anger is very normal- but can’t be directed at the nurse, or at yourself.
I walked this tough road with both of my parents in hospice care. With my dad, we were told several times over a couple of weeks that his death was likely imminent. We were in and out of the hospice numerous times! Eventually we were told it would be hours. It was another day and a half after that… his illness (cancer) had not affected his heart and he had been a strong and fit man until a couple of months prior to his death, so his heart just kept on going at the end. The stubbornness is almost comical now I look back on it (because I’m 11 years on now, and there are memories I can smile at now, in amongst all the painful ones). My brother and I sat with him all night. Had a beer each and listened to his favourite albums, chatting about our childhood camping holidays (dad was completely unresponsive and doing the stop/start laboured breathing). In the morning, the nurses cam in to turn him and asked that we stepoutside briefly, saying they would call us if anything changed. We were outside the room for no more than a minute or 2, when a nurse appeared at the door to tell us to come in. And he had died, just like that. I’m certain he waited for us to bugger off so he could die in peace. He was a proud man and wouldn’t have wanted sadness, pity, sentimentality or any of that.
Two months later, my mum died in the same hospice. Two days before she died, she really rallied; was sat up in bed with more energy than she’d had in months, saying she wanted to put her best earrings on and go outside 😂 This ‘rallying’ is also something that some palliative workers are familiar with. Suddenly people want to eat or chat or move about, despite being actually in their last days or even hours. On the day she died, my brother and I sat and held her hands and told her how amazing she was. She chose that moment to slip away.
I have found enormous comfort over the intervening years in the belief that they each chose the right moment for them. In time, I have come to see them as ‘good’ deaths- I really believe there can be such a thing; just as there are good births- the actual event itself rather than what comes afterwards.
Wishing you strength for the tough times ahead. Grief is all-encompassing but it is survivable. 💐