However, early in the morning, we got a phone call that woke us all up. My father had passed away. After his recent hospital stay, they confirmed that he had brain damage from when he choked and stopped breathing. They could not confirm how extensive the damage was. But since he had spiraled into dementia and now had some brain damage on top of that, the prognosis was not good. We all got together that weekend to go see him and possibly say goodbye. His eyes fluttered open here and there briefly but never seemed to wake up. He seemed to be in some intermittent discomfort. He was breathing on his own but they still put an oxygen tube in to help him. He had some phlegm in his throat that they would occasionally have to suction out.
After several more days with no change, we had decided that it was time to "pull the plug," so to speak. There was no hope for any real quality of life left. He was basically a vegetable. It seemed cruel to leave him trapped in his body with no real hope of recovery. Without any change in his condition, the hospital would have to put his oxygen through his trachea and put a feeding tube through a hole in his stomach since they could not leave all the tubes down his throat that he has had for some time now. It would cause other problems to leave them for too long. We did not want them to put any more holes in him to prolong his suffering. We had them remove all his tubes. They gave him some morphine to keep him comfortable. He still continued to hang on, only he seemed to lie more comfortably without all the tubes down his throat. They still offered him oxygen through a mask to help him to stay comfortable. Several more days passed with no change. My mom and sister had to then make arrangements to move him back to the nursing home that he had been staying in as they could not let him stay in the ICU. He was still going pretty strong although he never regained any more consciousness than having his eyes flutter open briefly.
The evening before he passed, the nurse noted that his breathing began to get shallow. He passed peacefully shortly after 5:am.
We decided to continue with our plans to head to my brother's house but decided to nix our hiking plans in lieu of spending time with my mother. When we arrived, we decided to just move up our plans to make the steamed dumplings with my mom for lunch as it was too cold and misty to even take her to the park.
It was nice to spend the time together with the whole family. I am relieved that we had not decided to leave town. We had tossed around the idea, but we had no idea how much time my dad had left and the weather was not very ideal to go anywhere.
We ended up heading to my sister's house that evening and we had an impromptu family dinner and rang in the new year together that evening. We were exhausted. We didn't get to bed until late and did not sleep very well.
We woke up quite late the next morning and had brunch. We tossed around the idea of taking my mom to the park still but we could not agree to a destination and was afraid a lot of facilities might be closed due to the government shutdown. At some point, we just gave up and decided we needed to head home. We stopped by to see my mom before heading out.



















