My dad died today around 5:15 EDT. His death has been coming for a long time, but it seems many events came together to make this the day.
He died in a Catholic hospital, And I’m smiling when I say that he has had the Last Rites (annointing of the sick is the new phrase) more times than anyone I ever heard of in his last 5 years of medical problems. This week alone he received that sacrament 4 days in a row because the hospital is served by different parishes, and the priests would see him in ICU in terrible shape, come in and annoint him! (whether another priest had done it the day before or not!)
Today he was surrounded by all five of his children and some of their spouses. Also his only remaining sibling - my aunt and her husband. Halfway through the day, this priest I had heard about (a monsignor actually) arrived and I got the impression right away he was a strong and holy priest. (So I FINALLY got my rosaries blessed!)
The monsignor took us through a series of beautiful prayers, and gave some sort of apostolic prayer / plenary indulgence or something to my dad.
My dad’s last words to me, after the tube was taken out were, “I Love you” (also my last words to him…that, and that “it was OK” meaning OK if he moved on)
His last words to my oldest sister were don’t cry. (she’s a cryer).
The monsignor took us through another series of beautiful prayers, after the death.
I may be terribly sad as the days go by, but right now, since we all knew it was coming, and he was surrounded by love and prayers, I do think this was a beautiful, Catholic death. And he deserved it. He was a very good man.
I didn’t know where to post it, so I posted it here where I saw the words: “Family Life”