Thanks to everyone for their kind words. Im still having a hard time coming to terms with this. I went to the memorial for him yesterday, and a lot of people came to our house for a reception afterwards. It was hard to deal with, just seeing a bulletin board full of pictures of my dad, when he was able bodied and his mind was still his.
The week before when he came home from the hospital was absolutely horrible. To see my dad as he was, it is still haunting me. He was suffering dementia, his stomach and feet were swollen, and he was very gaunt and suffered muscle atrophy. When he slept, he constantly moaned, and usually his mouth was wide open and one of his eyes were partially open. To add to all of this horror was the hospice stuff. It made me upset that a hospital bed and an oxygen machine were brought in. The worst, however, was a port o pottie and adult diapers. I won't go into detail about some of the indignities that he suffered, I'll just say that I think it will haunt me for a long time to come.
We are going to cremate him. He always liked hunting and the outdoors. So what we are going to do is take his ashes down to a stream close to our house that he always loved going to. My family and I will be doing this after christmas and do it on a clear day. We plan to empty his ashes into the stream, and each of us will talk about a fond memory we had of him.
I really love and miss my dad. He is at peace, but I'm not. He was 65 years old. Way too young. I wish I could find comfort, but it is hard.