My DF is 89 and has been declared 'end of life' by medical profession. He's at home with carers, I live two hours away but am kept fully in the loop by the care agency and I handle the finances. I go down about twice a week but can't stay as there's no room. He's fully compos mentis and not scared etc, just pissed off that it's dragging on. It's that old classic, a rollercoaster, in terms of good days/bad days, short-term panics etc. I reckon it'll go on for weeks yet.
I'm just struggling with my emotions. Half of me desperately wants it to be over. The other half is terrified of how I will feel when he is no longer in my life, he's been a great dad. Any tips?