I’ve wondered for years what I would feel when my father died. I still don’t know, because I can’t feel anything about it right now.
I woke up a few minutes ago to find two messages from a nurse at Regional Medical Center in Anniston, Ala. That’s the hospital to which he was taken a little more than a month ago.
When I called back, the nurse told me he died at about 4:30 this morning.
In the end, it was his lungs that failed him. The nurse couldn’t tell me much more about the medical situation at the end, but she did say he was comfortable and not in pain. There’s no way to put this on a medical chart, I suppose, but the truth is that he had lost the will to live.