
Well, my beloved dad passed away this morning. I stayed with him all night, and left to go home and eat for a few minutes, and that's when he left. My brother said it was very peaceful. God, I miss him so much already and keep crying whenever he gets brought up. He was so ready to go; in fact, when the nurse asked him last night if he was ready, he croaked, "absolutely". As far as oxygen being problematic for pals, I guess we'll never know. Of course, we don't know if he had als...but I believe so.
87 years young...sharp as a tack, and more enthusiastic about life than most.
Wherever you are, I love you....