Start of August 3rd

That next Day, Monday, Dad woke excited and almost giddy he told us today was the day he was going to met his maker...so we got him cleaned up.  He called his Bishop and told him and bore testimony to him.  After we got him cleaned up and shaved...I sent the my kids to the neighbors (well not Jonathan) and then we sat around and sang to Dad for about an hour and half waiting for the time...it didn't happen and then Dad asked if the singing was like a recording... and then he asked us to leave him alone for a bit.  So we all left him...He got up on his own, which he wasn't strong enough.  Well, we were done with leaving him alone.  Jeff and the boys had to leave....it was so hard for Jeff to leave Dad for the last time.  I could only imagine.  We waited and were at his bedside all day long and it didn't happen.  Dad got testy by the end of the day that he was still there...he was ready.  Well, Dad started to get really agitated and anxious.  Tuesday was hard; it was draining emotionally and physically.  Our hospice nurse said that this was normal it was called end stage restlessness.  We had to start distancing ourselves and stop bringing him back to reality...it was really hard.  He became more and more restless and agitated.  We had to start giving him Ativan around the clock and not tell him what we were doing cause he didn't want to be sedated.  We were trying to help him go into a coma because his body was fighting so so HARD.  It took him about 48 hours of his body having Ativan around the clock to sedate him.  He was so young his spirit was ready but his body fought it!  It was hard to watch.  On Thursday night my wonderful Aunt Loretta and Uncle Dave took the night shift so I could sleep.  I was having a melt down...so worried about if it would happen while I was their; if not who would take care of him... just plain emotionally and physically exhausted from everything.  Dave came in during the night, Craig went and picked him up late Thursday night.  On Friday I awoke refreshed and ready to start fresh.  Dad was finally in a coma, but we kept giving him the sedating medication cause we didn't want his body to fight it and come back out since it worked so hard to stay out of the coma.  For lunch Dave and I went out on a date and Kristi watched the kids.  When we were out Kristi called and said Robyn, the nurse, was there and she said that Dads oxygen was in the 40% and it would be anytime...we headed back to the house cause I wanted to make sure that I said goodbye.  We then went back out and had lunch at café Rio. That night we were suppose to have a Birthday dinner for Dave but postponed it...the kids went over to the Kristi's house with Dave because we didn't want them to see Dad like this or remember him like he was.  We stayed with him...but as Mom touched or talked with Dad he would respond and start looking better.  Craig, Leslie, Kristi, and I decided to take a break and we headed to something new to the sweet tooth fairy.  But just not as good as the swig.  That night Kristi, Mom and I stayed with Dad.  Around 330 we woke up and Dad was struggling to breath and clammy...we decided to give him some more Ativan and Mom said a prayer and we tried to go back to sleep around 5 we woke back up and Dad had passed.