Yesterday was Valentine's Day and, while hubby and I usually go out to dinner and take a bit of "us" time, we spent the entire day running around and making arrangements with my mom for my dad's funeral this coming Tuesday.
One of the stops we made was to the local flower shop to order a few floral arrangements and such. When we got back into the car, hubby had a lovely single pink rose (love and friendship) on the front passengers seat ...
Though I am still struggling a lot with the guilt that I was the one who gave my dad his last liquid morphine dosage just before he passed on, I know that in my heart I had no choice and that this was the only way at that point which I could help him any longer. The nurses provided us with medication for both pain and to relax his respiratory system so that his heart rate could gradually slow down until he was finally at peace. This was by far the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life and would not wish this very difficult responsibility on anyone. To be honest, I don't know where I found the strength to do this, I can only surmise that it came from my father ~ who was THE bravest man I have ever known.
I would also like to thank my dear friends in blogland (and the 67 Facebook friends and family) who took the time to offer their condolences and heartfelt dedications. Words can not express my sincere gratitude. Goddess bless you all!