The next morning major decisions had to be made regarding my dad, to which I held important keys. That night, with family surrounding his bed, I told my dad who had just been placed in a rehab center that he had the choice to try aggressively to get well or to go forward to a new life on the other side of the veil. I assured him that we would be very happy and fully supportive of either choice.
Ten days later my dear father slipped peacefully away while my mother and I sat near his side. I'm so grateful that I was privileged to be there at that time.