On Tuesday, October 29th, my dad passed away of his third heart attack. He'd had a couple before, but this was the one that kicked his ass. He was constantly in and out of Code Blue (cardiac arrest), and they did so many chest compressions and defibrillator shocks that they were worried that, even if he survived the heart attack, his recovery period would be extensive. He always said that, were he in that situation, he wouldn't want to suffer through it. So my mom respected his wishes and pulled the plug.
It's been tough. She's been hit the hardest between the two of us. He was her other half, the one she could always depend on being there to