I lost my daddy a week ago, he had a brain bleed bought on by mini strokes,,he was having seizures and we knew he wouldn’t recover, we decided to let the doctors withdraw treatment as his quality of life would have been nothing, my daddy didn’t want to live like that, he always said he didn’t. It broke our hearts to let him go but I am haunted by his last hours, i loved him so much, i know we did the right thing but the pain is severe, I will never get over losing him but it brings me comfort that we were there with him when he died and he wasn’t alone, he went with love, so hard