My Dad was a blue collar worker docks, janitor, painter, ships, loved fishing, loved hockey (Go Habs!). Dad died in hospice I sat there with him as he died. The

My Dad was a blue collar worker docks, janitor, painter, ships, loved fishing, loved hockey (Go Habs!). Dad died in hospice I sat there with him as he died. They pumped him full of drugs not saying what they were but I knew that he probably asked to not feel anything. I should say hospice is a great thing it's not a hospital bed that is a terrible place to be sick! The didn't even make Dad's bed! One thing I didn't know at the time was about hallucinations. Dad said he saw a wooly mammoth outside his room in the garden. Dad liked to joke and so we though nothing of it. Later I found out that meant a person was near death. It's often a silly thing they see or a loved one not death or bad things. Dad had been sick for nearly 20 years it was slow at first tiredness, he retired three years early, but then came the diagnosis of IPF and then five really rough years and one last bad six months. Such a long illness it seemed like a good thing to have time with him but sadness dragged on relationships. Mom was in denial until the moment he died (she went home no clue of how imminent death was). I didn't realize how much of my life it affected really about half my life. Not even a month into hospice Dad died a 8:40pm on my birthday April 21 in 2012 as Rick Steves Travel was on PBS TV channel showing Rome. If anything I say anxiety is what killed my Dad he was much better physically in hospice but the weight of being there in that place as good as it was is incredibly heavy and hard to bear. I am now astonished at how people older than Dad are walking around living their life no issues. Life is amazing we take it for granted.