My father died today shortly after 1 p.m. A staff doctor pronounced him dead at 1:13 p.m.
His condition this morning was the same as the day before, largely, and I saw him about 15 minutes before he died. I had arrived at the hospital from my parents' condo, greeted Dad in his room, said goodbye again, and gave him a hug and a kiss. I joined my mother and some family friends in the hospital cafeteria, and it turned out that Mom had said goodbye to Dad in a similar fashion a few minutes before.
It was a good death. We joined hands around his bed, touching him on the legs and shoulders. The Rev. Olivia Holmes, a close friend and interim minister at Second Congregational Society Unitarian Universalist in Concord, New Hampshire, led us in a blessing in which we imagined Dad sailing on a new ocean, tacking along the shoreline to keep an eye on those of us he has left behind, and then setting forth under full spinnaker to explore new seas.
We also authorized an autopsy to see if the cause of his encephalitis can be determined and to help the doctors who have cared so much for him discover how to spot this in the next patient.
I love my Dad and I appreciate your stopping by this blog.
-- Doug Davidoff