Haunted by seeing my Dad die

6 weeks ago Dad was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer and he passed away 2 nights ago. Dad was my best friend and my rock, we were incredibly close and spent a huge amount of time together. Dad was taken care of for his last few days at a hospice and we spent as much time with him as we could. I miss Dad so much and although I don't wish he was still here the way he was after he got diagnosed, I would give anything to have my amazing healthy Dad back. He lived life to the full and had so many more years of good life left to live.

All of the family were in the room with Dad while he passed, along with a doctor and a nurse. He took a turn very suddenly, in fact right after we had just been told that they thought he would last at least another night due to how incredibly strong his mental attitide was and how much he was fighting to stay with us. 

I can't get the images of Dad dying out of my head. All I can see if him gasping for air while making awful noises. Dad was so with it and aware even in his last minutes. The nurse gave him an injection ( I don't know what of) and as she was doing that he looked at me and his eyes were so distressed and scared. I can't bear that my last memory of Dad is that and that his last memory of me is while he was dying and scared. I explained to him that the nurse was just giving him a small injection to help him and then the nurse laid my hand over his heart while it gave out. Everyone else was holding his hands. They all think it was peaceful for him but I don't and I can't picture him any other way right now. I know the fact that he was aware means he absolutely knew we were all with him, which he wanted, but I also know it means he knew exactly what was happening. 

I know it has only been a short time but i feel like I am going crazy as I am the only person in the room that feels like this. I can't sleep and I feel sick the whole time.I feel so guilty, like I almost helped him to die. Is this normal? Has anyone else felt this way after seeing a loved one die in front of them?

  • I so sorry for your loss I've been through exactly the same scenario where my dad was diagnosed with bowel cancer so I was looking after him  for 2 years at 18 then after he beat it and recovered abit due to the chemo he got spots on his lungs. loads of hospital operations later the days went by he took all the medicine at home by the home nurse and all the injections they was giving him I felt as if they was just giving him doses off stuff he dosnt need !! as the days went by he got skinner and skinner and could not move eat drink and my dad was healthy he would always jump up run around play about in his 50s till he the bowel cancer a week went by me and his wife staying up back to back giving him oxygen off the tank on and off swobbing his mouth and then came the moments he took his last breaths and I couldn't bare the pain I was just in shock I've never experienced something like this in my life and I've been through a lot I can't get the picture out my head on my dad it plays over now and then and it just haunts me every time I break down but I have to stay strong if u ever want to talk let me know [@Gabrielle21]‍ 

  • After my dad died this week I have felt really strongly to read and help some people on here. May I just say that your reply is so true and simply amazing to read! Thankyou x

     

  • My dad died on Tuesday in exactly the same circumstances as you and you have to take comfort that you were all there when he passed. Sounds like you did everything for him and said exactly the right things to comfort him at the right times. It's very hard to come to terms with this but in time it will get better. Bring family a little closer and talk about the happy memories holidays and hobbies and then you will all learn to laugh again. 
    Sending you so much love and light xx

  • Hi Gabrielle,

    your not alone! My dad passed two days ago and I was with him until his last breath. He had the "death rattle" as they call it but I was lucky enough to have a Marie curie nurse in who told me he wouldn't see the next day but was not in pain. This allowed us to be by his side and expect the death however, when he eventually passed away the horrible noise and last breaths he had are haunting my every memory. I can't sleep, if I stop and think it relax I think of this. I know it's early but I worry this won't go away. I am lucky I have a lovely family and an amazing wife  to speak to but I personally will be seeking some counselling tomorrow to help me through. I am not scared to ask for help we all need it. I wish, and hope you can feel comfort going forward and I hope you can get the haunted images out of your head. If you can't please seek help. Take care x

  • Hi, my dad died two years ago in November, so shortly after your dad died. My dad did not pass silently  in his sleep either. He gasped for air for around 40 minutes, his eyes followed our voices. Most of the time I am ok with this,, time heals etc. But it still haunts me. There was an incidient at the hospital before he died and he was left in alot  of pain. You are right, it is very hard. People can say what they like, But it happened, it leavesus feeling confused about what they are experiencing,  and it was not what I expected, what i had hoped for him,  and it continues to stay with me. Life is not what we read in the fairytales and neither is death, as it turns out. Two years later I still picture it and it crushes me, but I can't tell anyone, becuase we just don't talk about death. We just talk about healing and moving on my circle. So i feel weak. 

  • Hi everyone,

    I'm so sorry for the loss of your loved ones. My beautiful mummy passed away on the 21st of June 21 lung cancer. I am so glad to hear that others are finding it hard to talk about the end. My mummy passed at the hospice. She was a fighter always was, when she was brought to the hospice we were told my mummy wouldn't last the week, but 29 day she fought, she kept her humour and worried constantly about having to leave my 2 sisters, brother, my dad and me. We have always been an incredibly close family and we were all together with my mummy when she did pass. We celebrated her her 68th birthday on the 17th of June just 4 days before her death. I can't thank the hospice staff enough for the care my mummy received during her time there we all made fantastic memories and got to spend quality time with her while her pain was controlled, the doctors, nurses and carers at the hospice truly are earth's Angles.

    But my mummy didn't pass peacefully. A day after her birthday she went into a deep sleep after her pain medication was increased. We stayed by her side night and day at the hospice as staff told us the end was near and that she would probably pass peacefully in her sleep but this wasn't the case. After 48 hours of sleep my mummy woke crying out in pain, her breathing was extremely stained and then the rattle and gurgling began. She was given more injections which they said would calm her and help her breathing, but it didn't. I can't get the nose out of my mind. For the next 12 hours my mummy continued to suffer and struggle for breath. More injections but no relief. We pleaded with her to give up her fight, pleaded with her to let go. The fear in her eyes and her pleading for help will stay with me for ever.  She finally took her last breath after a horrific struggle. The feeling of relief took hold of me, the guilt I felt having asked her to die, the grief, the exhaustion  all just so was overwhelming.

    I have lost my mummy, my best friend and the rock of our family.  The trauma my family when through has put a terrible strain on us all we are finding it hard to cope, not communicating with each other, I think afraid of having to talk about the terrible time we had all experienced.

    I feel angry and yes I know this is a stage of grief, but I don't feel that it was fully explained to us what to expect at the end we were repeatedly told she would more than likely just pass in her sleep, we were fully unaware of what could happen. Surely we are not the only family to have experienced this trauma. To watch the suffering. I think people caring for a loved one in their final days should be more aware and informed of what could happen that death isn't always peaceful and can be the worst thing you will experience in your life.  I feel that I need to do something to inform people prepare them for what could be and maybe it will ease the trauma for families. We just don't talk about death, just healing, recovery, counselling, and how to cope with grief but not what to expect when a loved one dies, and not how hard and traumatic death can be to watch. 

     

    Sorry for the long post but I just needed to share my experience. 

  • I can 100% relate to this post-my dad died 6 weeks ago. my dad died 9 weeks after he was diagnosed with cancer..(he told us 2 weeks after he was diagnosed) giving us 7 weeks with dad before he died. Those 6 weeks n 5 days were spent in hospital n final 2 days at home where he wanted to die.. watching my dad lose his ability to talk to walk, to eat, watching him take his final breath is the most traumatic experience I've ever been through..  I have flash backs making sleeping very difficult. I miss him soo much his smile his smell our chats.. 

  • Hi, so sorry for your loss. And everyone else reading this in similar situations.

    I know it's been years since you posted but I've just been through a similar situation so wanted to reply 

    My Dad was diagnosed with colon cancer with liver mets already present at diagnosis 2 years ago, in October 2020. He had surgery on the original colon tumor which was successful & then 18 months of chemo to try & shrink/keep at bay the liver mets. He did really well on chemo for 18 months until May this year when scans showed it was no longer effective. He was put forward for a clinical trial in September IF he was well enough, unfortunately before this time he was hospitalised twice with suspected sepsis, it was concluded that it wasn't in fact sepsis but was in fact his own liver starting to fail & there was "nothing more they could do". He was sent home from hospital & was told to prepare himself that he only had "weeks" to live.
     

    After 8 & a half weeks (so he did well bless him) we had to call an ambulance for him as he was in severe pain, I personally knew at this moment that he would not be going back home again :( He was admitted to hospital, the pain was controlled but 2 days after being admitted he was deteriorating quite rapidly.
     

    I was with him for his last 3 hours..... it certainly did not seem peaceful to me at all, he was complaining of pain (despite the nurses administering pain relief), was very restless (which I do know is a part of the dying process), but it was the way he looked at me that still haunts me... my Dad who has always been my protector, the macho man that would never let his daughter see him suffering made eye contact with me & looked to me to be absolutely petrified. I can't get this image out of my head. After receiving his "final dose" of morphine the last 15 minutes of his life were peaceful, despite his Cheyne-Stokes breathing, which again I know is a normal process. But it is the hour before this final 15 minutes that I keep thinking of & can't get the image out of my head. After he passed sitting with him for a while, to me he still didn't look "at peace" after he had passed. I have not told any of the other family of this as as far as they are aware it was very peaceful... and I would rather them think that for their own comfort  
     

    It was 12 days ago that he passed away, 5 days after his 66th birthday, today I visited him in the chapel of rest. Although he did not by any means look 'alive' I do think it really helped me going to see him today, he looked at peace, actually looking better than he has done for the last 6 month, it was nice for me to have my last ever sight of my Dad being at peace, with no jaundice (which he had for the 8 weeks before his death), and looking like the old him from 6 months plus ago 

     

    So my advice to anyone that has the same experience of the original poster & myself is that if you are able to, and if you WANT to as I am aware it is a personal choice (my sister did not want to go to the chapel of rest), that it has really helped me today. And although I will probably always have that vision of him looking scared, seeing him at peace today did help me compared to 12 days ago 

    His funeral is Tuesday, I may well visit him again on Monday, it really did help me 

    Take care everyone xxx 

  • Gosh, I could have written this post myself. It's so very similar to how I feel about my Dad's passing, and how I've been feeling since he passed away in April. I'm haunted by my Dad's death too. I still vividly see the images of him dying, gasping for air and making noises. I can really relate to your experience and your loss. I'm really sorry to hear your sad story, and when I read it, I couldn't believe how similar it was to my own. My Dad was my rock, and I thought he still had time. My head is full of thoughts, sadness and memories from that fateful night. We didn't have any family around, it was just me and my son who were at my Dad's bedside when he was close to dying. It's a long story but I was just thinking and feeling the same things as you. My Dad passed in April this year and near the end, we just didn't want him to suffer anymore, but it was the saddest night I've known since my mum passed. My world changed overnight. I hope you can find some comfort through your grief. It's hard and things aren't the same again. Thanks for sharing your story. Take care. X

  • Gabrielle 21.  I know exactly how you feel.  I looked into my Dad's eyes as he was passing away.  He used to joke that he wasn't bothered about living forever but in his final moments he was scared.  He breathed "I'm scared"  through his oxygen mask.  It haunts me  I know, knew him so well that we called each other soulmates.  I felt him leave me.  He pointed as he was passing to something I couldn't see.  I said " what Daddy what?". .I thought he was pointing to the window. It was like he saw something beyond my recognition.  I followed his finger for a split second and I turned back to him and his spirit  had flown away. All in a heartbeat.