My father passed away yesterday, October 21st at 11.30pm. The doctors had started providing him less oxygen from 9pm & then things went fast, and his heart stopped beating at 11.30.
We spent a couple of hours at the hospital between midnight & 2am, the most traumatizing time of my life. My father was in such a state, I don't want to remember him like that, or it will haunt me forever.
My father in law went to pick the boys yesterday after school, which has been such a blessing. I haven't hidden them anything, and had told them before he passed away, what was going to happen during the night. I am a firm believer that there is nothing worse for a child than to be hidden things, or not to be told the truth. They will stay at my inlaws' until the middle of the week.
My father wanted to be cremated & then to go to his inlaws' tomb (can you picture the complexity of family relationships here ?). So this morning (after merely 4 hours of sleep) was spent at the funerarium, doing paperworks & choices I would have never thought I'd have to make with my mom now. (like the coffin etc)
He will be cremated on Tuesday morning & inhumed at my mom's natal village, on Tuesday afternoon.
This is a photo of my father, taken in December 2010. A couple of months later he started being ill. The doctors never found what he had until he entered the ER two weeks ago. This is how I want to remember him, not like how he was this past night. He was 69.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, from my family's & from my mom's, for all the love, care, support, friendship & solidarity you've all expressed to me/us during these last two weeks, here, in emails or on Twitter.
I can not reply individually, but thank you for stopping by & for everything. I am extremely grateful to have you all.