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Showing Original Post only (View all)My husband died last night. [View all]
His name was Tom. He loved me and animals. He led an interesting life. He was funny and handsome. What initially attracted me to him was he loved women. Not in a romantic way but preferred hanging out with female friends. He was a flaming liberal and a devout catholic In the old school do good works way.
He hadn't felt well for months and went to several doctors all told him he just had acid reflux. He told me he was dying. We went to the er twice and he was sent home. 3 weeks ago he was finally admitted for a work up and he was diagnosed with a very aggressive cancer. He never made it home. He died listening to Oscar Peterson and Joe Pass and I was holding him. He got to see his daughter when he was still lucid enough to say what he had to.
He made all the decisions about the end of his life and refused chemo and made himself a dnr. We spent the last 2 weeks talking about stuff. He prayed for his death and thankfully he died without a prolonged process.
Some of the things he said before he died:
I look forward to dying it's going to be spectacular
Tell my girlfriend bookie and drug dealer I can't pay up
I realize I've already done the last things I want to do but didn't know it at the time
Why was I worried about that shit
I'm not afraid
I don't know why we think we're going to live longer.
Please don't let my dick hangout if I can't cover myself up
Get me some pad Thai and throw that crap in the garbage. If I'm going to throw up itight as well taste better going down
There's weed on the shelf on the bookcase. Make me some edibles
Don't worry about me. I am done and it's ok.
I can't wait to die. If people insist on praying tell them to pray I die and get on with it
I hope that cat over there is coming with me(this was a hour before he died there was no cat that I saw)