Friday, January 25, 2008

Henry Holsapple 1912-2008

My father passed away this morning at the age of ninety-five.

My mother and I, after spending time in his ICU room last night, found ourselves wrestling with removing his breathing tube. Fighting pneumonia, his lungs were being bombarded with oxygen and antibiotics. It would be difficult to say he was conscious throughout his last hours.

Nobody wants to be the one to have to make such a decision. I'd had to be that person for my brother, authorizing his morphine drip several days before he died in 1997. The idea of having to do that again, despite knowing that it would alleviate my father's discomfort, was not anything I wanted to do. Mother wanted to believe that Dad would recuperate and come home, but even she was beginning to accept what seemed inevitable.

But, true to form, my father made the decision for us.

Thank you, Daddy.

8 comments:

Matt said...

I'm sorry Peter.

Gary Oxford said...

I'm so sorry.

hooverfactory said...

Sincerest condolences.

Bobby Sutliff said...

Peter,

I'm so sorry. I lost my mom a couple of years back and know how much it really hurts.

Hang in there,
Bobby

Jeff Hart said...

very sorry to see this peter. i know several of your last blogs mentioned him. god speed and warm thoughts to you and your family.

Gil said...

Peter,
You are a very strong and good person. I'm sorry for your loss, and I bet he really enjoyed that doughnut.
Gil

roscoe said...

Peace be with your Padre Peter

Liz said...

So sorry about this. It sounds like you were a close family.