My older sister contacted me about an hour ago that my father is in critical condition. He has been in hospice for the past 6 months suffering from the final stages of dementia. It hasn't been the best father daughter relationship, so I'm battling with mixed emotions. I hate that he is starving to death, and I hate the shell that is left of what was once my father.
How can you love someone and hate their actions? I never want to die like he is dying, it's cruel and painful.
At 7:15 am this morning my father passed away. I did not get the chance to go see him one last time. Thanks you ladies for your kind words. He is no longer suffereing, I will find my own peace eventually.