Today, just after noon, dad passed away after three months of being in various hospital's. It was a long battle that involved not only bone cancer, but it spreading to his chest wall and having a tumor the comparable size of a golf ball, along with c-diff, a perforation in the colon that had an abscess around it, some sort of fungus in his blood and MSRA.
He died peacefully, in his sleep. I was able to see him on Tuesday and he wanted shrimp cocktail and Kahlua and cream. So as soon as the liquor stores opened we went and got him some, along with the shrimp, both of which he seemed to enjoy. He was already down to monosyllabic responses by that time and hadn't been really conscious since. A nurse was with him when he departed, which is more than I could have hoped for.
Now to make preparations and go from there. I'm alternately numb and then crying, which is how I am. I'm not sure what's going to happen next or what the future holds, but I'm going to do the best I can.