I just need somewhere to vent and get feelings off of my chest.
My Dad died last week, I was with him until the end. It was the most traumatic experience of my life. He was in so much pain, he was shouting, crying, yelping. I rang his buzzer for the nurses but no one came. I shouted out of his door for help, but they never came. My poor dad.
He was gasping and making the most horrible noise I have heard. He finally passed after 7 minutes of "one last breath".
Still no one came.
I just can't stop thinking about the last hour (especially the last 7 minutes), it plays in a loop, I can see him, hear him.
I am holding myself together for my kids, mum and siblings but not sure how long I can do that for.