SIL, 36, breast cancer vs. my dad at 63, heart attack working cattle.
The way my dad went was the best. True, we didn’t get to say our goodbyes. But we didn’t watch him suffer. He didn’t suffer. He was doing what he loved to the moment he passed.
For those that have watched a loved one die fighting cancer, how can someone say it is a better way to “die” just because you get a bit more time to say your goodbyes.
How about having your affairs in order all along.
Make sure your affairs are in order...and that your loved ones know they are loved everyday.
A friend of my dad walked off of the dance floor several years ago and dropped dead of a heart attack. My dad was appalled.
The older I get, having seen loved ones and friends die of cancer and other disease, it doesn’t sound like a bad way to go to me.
When cancer took my father, an acquaintance commented that she wished her own father had died from cancer instead of a sudden heart attack. Her dad had died suddenly after saying something in anger. She actually sounded bitter, as she assumed cancer had permitted my father to die peacefully.
I didn’t want to tell her right then that the comment her father made before dying was nothing more than a curt remark, whereas sometimes a loved one fighting cancer becomes very angry and/or confused. All we can do is remember the good times, not dwell on the final words a person might make. I hope that acquaintance eventually made peace with the way her parent passed on.