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captquint wrote: ↑Fri Feb 08, 2019 2:02 am

Wut wrote: ↑Fri Feb 08, 2019 1:57 am I talked to a mutual friend today, found out that the dead friend fell down a flight of stairs at his office and broke his neck.

Who the fuck dies falling down steps?

The lead singer of band I used to go see all the time fell down the stairs and broke his neck, not drunk, not high. Sometimes the universe just grabs you and says there you are, been looking for you.

I guess it is that simple. One of my daughter's friends was crushed and killed in a stupid accident with a car last year, these things remind you of how fragile life is.

BigRedRetard wrote: ↑Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:17 pm I am expecting my mom to pass any day now.

My condolences, now and when it happens. Be there if you can be. She was there for you when you came out, be there for her when she goes out. If you can, that is. There is a surreal sense of the finality of life to see a close family member shuffle off their mortal coil.

I was there, the only family member, when my mother died in hospice. She was pretty juiced up, and my sister and brother were making a scene as they often did over senseless shit. The nurse got them out of the room to continue their argument, and I truly believe I saw Mom go from an agitated look to a visibly calm face. I patted her cheek and told her it was all OK, and I shit you not, I think she was smiling as she took her last breath, ready to go. A bit more deeply in, and slowly out, and no more. Her pilot light went off, and I got to sit with her a few moments before my brother and sister came back into the room. I got a small sense of judgment and satisfaction in telling them they missed out. I'll always cherish that last moment Mom and I had together.

QillerDaemon wrote: ↑Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:12 pm

BigRedRetard wrote: ↑Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:17 pm I am expecting my mom to pass any day now.

My condolences, now and when it happens. Be there if you can be. She was there for you when you came out, be there for her when she goes out. If you can, that is. There is a surreal sense of the finality of life to see a close family member shuffle off their mortal coil.

I was there, the only family member, when my mother died in hospice. She was pretty juiced up, and my sister and brother were making a scene as they often did over senseless shit. The nurse got them out of the room to continue their argument, and I truly believe I saw Mom go from an agitated look to a visibly calm face. I patted her cheek and told her it was all OK, and I shit you not, I think she was smiling as she took her last breath, ready to go. A bit more deeply in, and slowly out, and no more. Her pilot light went off, and I got to sit with her a few moments before my brother and sister came back into the room. I got a small sense of judgment and satisfaction in telling them they missed out. I'll always cherish that last moment Mom and I had together.

This is excellent advice. If you can, make every effort to be there when she passes. It's a kick in the balls but like QD says you'll cherish those last moments together.
I've done this 4 times and as painful as the moment can be, you'll be glad you were there. And so will your Mom.

Reservoir Dog wrote: ↑Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:41 pm

QillerDaemon wrote: ↑Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:12 pm

BigRedRetard wrote: ↑Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:17 pm I am expecting my mom to pass any day now.

My condolences, now and when it happens. Be there if you can be. She was there for you when you came out, be there for her when she goes out. If you can, that is. There is a surreal sense of the finality of life to see a close family member shuffle off their mortal coil.

I was there, the only family member, when my mother died in hospice. She was pretty juiced up, and my sister and brother were making a scene as they often did over senseless shit. The nurse got them out of the room to continue their argument, and I truly believe I saw Mom go from an agitated look to a visibly calm face. I patted her cheek and told her it was all OK, and I shit you not, I think she was smiling as she took her last breath, ready to go. A bit more deeply in, and slowly out, and no more. Her pilot light went off, and I got to sit with her a few moments before my brother and sister came back into the room. I got a small sense of judgment and satisfaction in telling them they missed out. I'll always cherish that last moment Mom and I had together.

This is excellent advice. If you can, make every effort to be there when she passes. It's a kick in the balls but like QD says you'll cherish those last moments together.
I've done this 4 times and as painful as the moment can be, you'll be glad you were there. And so will your Mom.

Did your mom die four times or did you have four moms?

He's a serial killer.

spudoc wrote: ↑Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:45 pm

Reservoir Dog wrote: ↑Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:41 pm

QillerDaemon wrote: ↑Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:12 pm

BigRedRetard wrote: ↑Thu Feb 07, 2019 5:17 pm I am expecting my mom to pass any day now.

My condolences, now and when it happens. Be there if you can be. She was there for you when you came out, be there for her when she goes out. If you can, that is. There is a surreal sense of the finality of life to see a close family member shuffle off their mortal coil.

I was there, the only family member, when my mother died in hospice. She was pretty juiced up, and my sister and brother were making a scene as they often did over senseless shit. The nurse got them out of the room to continue their argument, and I truly believe I saw Mom go from an agitated look to a visibly calm face. I patted her cheek and told her it was all OK, and I shit you not, I think she was smiling as she took her last breath, ready to go. A bit more deeply in, and slowly out, and no more. Her pilot light went off, and I got to sit with her a few moments before my brother and sister came back into the room. I got a small sense of judgment and satisfaction in telling them they missed out. I'll always cherish that last moment Mom and I had together.

This is excellent advice. If you can, make every effort to be there when she passes. It's a kick in the balls but like QD says you'll cherish those last moments together.
I've done this 4 times and as painful as the moment can be, you'll be glad you were there. And so will your Mom.

Did your mom die four times or did you have four moms?

My Grandmother was 88 and her heart just decided that it had had enough. Remarkably, she still lived an independant life on her own. I would drop by every day to make sure she was eating and to give her her eye drops. It happened while I was there. I sat on the floor and held her until the ambulance arrived.

My Mother was completely out of it when she passed, but I was there holding her hand and talking to her. It's comforting to think that my voice was probably the last thing she ever heard.

My step-Father (a very good and decent man) died of throat cancer. There was nothing they could do for him. He was a strong willed man and refused to die in a hospital. He died at home. I held him in my arms as he drown in his own lungs.

My Father was particularly difficult because with him we had to pull the plug. It puts a whole new spin on things when you're the one who says, "Okay, go ahead." If I live to be 150 years old I'll never forget those words... "I'm sorry, but we are no longer prolonging your Father's life, we're prolonging his death." That was a hard fucking day.

Wut wrote: ↑Fri Feb 08, 2019 1:57 am I talked to a mutual friend today, found out that the dead friend fell down a flight of stairs at his office and broke his neck.

Who the fuck dies falling down steps?

obviously right handed stairs.