My father passed away while I was en route to Illinois. It’s sad and hard but he had less than 24 hours of being really bad and in real misery. Apparently that happens some times; it was probably congestive heart failure that just crashed very fast.
The hospice nurse told me that when I told him I loved him over the phone, that not only did he hear and understand, he made an effort to say “I love you” back. I didn’t hear it but I was pretty upset at that point and I’m choosing to believe the nurse.
We’ll leave it at that for now.