How do you get through watching a loved one die at home?

JanThe, I have no solid advice except to suggest that you will get through it. When my Mom was dying of pulmonary fibrosis 9 years ago, during the wee hours of one of our long nights in her hospital room she worried what would happen to my Dad and I assured her that "we," meaning seven siblings and I, would take care of him. Then my Mom's condition improved dramatically and I flew home, but she died within a few days before I could return. That was hard, but I got through it.

      Then, as I promised my Mom, for 4 years "we" took care of our Dad before a sister asked me if he could move in with our family due to the increasing level of care he was requiring. My wife agreed that we could do that, so we moved him from another state and I became his full-time caregiver. Tomorrow will be the 8th Monday since Dad died in my arms just 5 roller-coaster days after contracting a "light case of the flu" and one day short of 5 years since we moved him to live with us. (I think maybe when a person is 97 with late-stage Alzheimer's, there's no such thing as a "light case" of anything.) Anyway, this has also been hard and I haven't yet gotten through it, but with enough time I'm pretty sure I will. Do the best you can, prepare for the inevitable, and you'll most likely get through it, too. Best wishes.

Use the hospice chaplain to help you through this. They understand grief and grief counseling.

You get through this one day at a time with a lot of prayers and a good support system from family and friends. I'm experiencing this with my mom who has lived with my husband and I for 13 years Recently she was put on hospice at home. It is extremely hard watching her decline. Her quality of life is close to non- existent What is even harder is the rollercoaster ride. One day I think she is getting better only to decline even further the next day. Sometimes I feel like there is no answer to this dilemma. It takes a lot of love and patience to care for a loved one who is at the end of their life especially if there are numerous health issues. Pray for a peaceful death for your dad and cherish the many memories you had throughout your life with him.

The reason you hurt so much is that you have a wonderful relationship with your dad.

We all hope that someday, when we are older, someone (family or close friends) will love us so deeply.

What a lucky man he is, to be surrounded by such warmth and caring, when he needs it.

I know that you CANNOT get through it alone. You need and will have God by your side - if you ask HIM. God bless you! I know it is hard. My dad almost died at home at only age 50 - but at the last minute the ambulance transport came for him. He never returned home, dying 30 minutes later.

I don’t think there is a right or wrong answer here. It’s all about personal choices. Do what is best for you personally. It’s not a one size fits all kind of thing. Many, many hugs for you. 💗

As hard as it is to believe—at some point in the future, you will desperately long for just ten minutes with your Dad, even in this state. You will long to touch his hand, to stroke the hair on his head, to be able to tell him how much you love him, how much you appreciated all the things he did for you, how proud you are that he made it to the incredible age of 96.... even if you’re not sure that he can hear you.

Try to to savor every moment. From someone on the other side, you are incredibly lucky to be there still.

I have been through it several times. The first was my beloved Daddy. The second was my Mom. The third one that was harder than my Mom was my good friend and co-worker. He was only 57 years old and died with Mesothelioma. My Aunt passed in the Hospital last year and I was in the hospital for 4 days without leaving. There have been others over the years too.

As far as being "easier" if he was in a hospital setting... I found having them at home was easier for me. I wasn't torn between my daily routine and being with them.

When my Dad died, mom watched him at night when I slept, and I had him in the day. I had school age children and their routine wasn't interrupted. I did ask them if they would feel "better" if Grandpa was in the hospital. They said "no, because we can't see him if he is there". They would do homework sitting beside him and watch TV with him. All was calm and peaceful.

When mom died, she was just waiting to go. The doctor gave her 2 weeks to 2 months. After 2 weeks, she said in an angry voice. "He said 2 weeks and I am still here". I reminded her it could be 2 months and she said, "He said 2 weeks". She went a couple of days later.

I guess I want to say, what does your Dad want, what do you want? Keeping busy helps. Try to get rest and eat properly. All the other advice here is great too.

Wow! This is one of the hardest things you will do!
Let me tell you this... I cried for at least a month after my Mama died. I cried in public, in private, with friends, family, at work, and I didn't care who saw it. They knew I was in mourning. I still cry. I trust in God my Father in heaven and have accepted Jesus Christ as my savior so I cry for myself not for her. She accepted Jesus as her savior so I know I will see her again. I now care for my Daddy and I know that when its time well its time. I will again cry and will again know that I will see my Daddy again. This death thing is not easy but what can relieve the pain a little is knowing that you will see them again!
Blessings
hgnhgn
p.s. as stated in previous posts... get the arrangements done now trust me... I have already done it and what a load off my shoulders. - hugz

Having a profound faith in an afterlife with no pain and suffering made it so much easier to let dad and my FIL both 'go' They died within 7 months of each other. A lot to go through.

I felt it was a honor to care for daddy in hospice. We talked when he felt like it, sat silent when he felt like it. He often asked me to sing to him. At the end he was so heavily medicated, he was at rest, finally. I would sit by him and just hold his big warm hand. I would pray for him and tell him he could go, we'd be OK. I'd thank him for being the best daddy (ok now I am crying) and told him over and over how much I loved him. He was my best friend in so many ways. I felt HONORED to be a part of his last weeks.

And we were. I believe death is like walking through a door into another realm of spiritual life.

Both FIL and daddy had peaceful passings. So grateful for that.

As far as 'getting over' watching them die---there was NO fear, NO anguish--just the most blessed peace.

Some times I miss him so much--but I miss the strong healthy man he was, not the sick, sad man with Parkinson's. But I am shored up by my KNOWLEDGE that he's just a step away. Many times I feel his presence. I know he's still "there' for me.

No one is ever ready to say goodbye. I believe we will see them again on the other side. But that doesn’t stop me from missing them now. There will be a few tears shed. You need to know you did the best you could. This was never about them getting better. It was about making them comfortable and surrounding them with loved ones before they left. Writing down your memories helps. We did a Celebration of Life and read the personal history she wrote several years ago and everyone shared their favorite memories of her. That helped a lot. Pull out your phone and ask questions about their earlier years. That recording will become a priceless treasure. You can even post it in a place like FamilySearch. There are other databases to record your family history too, pick one. They possibly may mix up a few facts, but with dementia / Alzheimer’s their short term memory is having problems, but the long term memory may work fine. Take out family pictures and ask him to identify any without names. He may or may not be able to, but what a special opportunity if he can. Researchers have found that playing good music, easy listening or instrumental can temporarily connect both sides of the brain for a short time. That’s the problem, one side forgot how to connect to the other, but music somehow opens the chamber. If their symptoms are too bad, it might not happen. This worked right until the last week for my mom. She may have only known me for 15 minutes, but it was priceless for her to recognize me for that short moment of time.

I have been with more than one family member at the time of death.

This is a privilege and although tough, it is the greatest act of love. View it that way. You will have more strength than you realize.

Watching a loved one slowly slip away is hard. But you have to remember this is a part of life. Our bodies were not meant to last forever. The deterioration you witness is how our bodies are suppose to be shutting down. The lack of appetite, dementia, immobility, not being able to swallow, and forget how to do simple things. I image you will have a few tears as the shock of seeing your loved one go downhill. Possibly a few prayers for you to have the strength to deal with it all. And when it’s over, the calm of peace that you did your best and they are now happy living on the other side with loved ones who have gone before them. It all depends on their age and their physical condition. My mom was 91 years old, had dementia, was immobile, ate less than a bird and weighed only 76 lbs. Everyone is different. Some are suddenly and others stretch out. I had a bad back and wasn’t sure I could keep changing diapers and lifting her in and out of bed. When she did go, there were mixed emotions. I still miss her, but there is no more pain and she is with my dad who died some 40+ years ago. Your attitude and beliefs have a lot to do with how you handle things. I wouldn’t have traded that time I had with my mom. She didn’t know me most of the time, which is normal for dementia patients. She was on home hospice and as hard as it was at times, it was an honor too.

It's like living in pure hell.  You are dreading the loss of your dad and want to do anything to prevent that, while at the same time wishing his suffering would end. You are simultaneously and continually experiencing two powerful and contradictory emotions.  And the odd part is that they don't go back and forth - you truly are feeling both at the exact moment.  It's enough to make you think that you're losing your mind. But you're not. I am convinced that this is a master's level course in emotional awareness and development...and in being fully human.
 
The only way I made it through with mom was to talk to others who had either been through or were going through a similar experience; your asking this question is very healthy. I cried a lot, was sad a lot, and felt moments of joy when I could touch my mom by holding her, brushing her hair, feeding her or just doing anything at all to try to make her more comfortable.  Even though she might not have been able to understand me in her advanced Alzheimer's state, I would talk about all the wonderful times we had together and all of the great things she had done in her life.

Then I would try to detach for awhile, and feel nothing at all, which gave me time to regroup before the feelings would hit again like a jackhammer.  If I couldn't detach, I would go to sites like this and just read and read before I could let go.

Nothing at all prepares you for this in life. Nothing. I am so sorry that you are going through this, although I have been told that losing someone unexpectedly is worse.  Frankly, I can't imagine anything worse. God bless you.

I also thought I was prepared.
Hospice helped a lot. Physically they helped my Husband and emotionally they helped me.
Watching him decline after 12 years helped ease the pain, this was no longer the vibrant, smiling, helpful, resourceful man I met and married 35 years prior. This was a shell.
But he was not in pain, he was peaceful, he was calm and he was at home.
I KNOW I did the best that I could have done.
I KNOW he loved me
I still tear up writing some of these posts so while the stabbing hurt fades it is replaced with a duller pain that does not hurt so much. Sort of like when you get a deep cut and it hurts as it heals sometimes the scab gets torn off the pain is there but not quite as bad as the first time, if it happens again the pain is even more dulled. Then eventually you have a scar that will always be there may hurt sometimes if you bump it but it fades quickly.
I told myself that to want him to remain with me was selfish as he would not have liked the way his life was. I told him I was going to be OK I wanted him to say HI to my Mom and Dad, he had never met them to I had a little "talk" with them and told them they better go introduce themselves. I told him it was OK for him to go and be at peace.
It still hurt when he died...and it still hurts but not quite as much.
(ok I can't see much to proof read this so forgive any errors...)

I'm going through this with my Mom as I write this. She is in a nursing home and has been dying slowly. It is SO difficult. The Hospice nurse told me today that she has noticed my Mom's color change and thinks she doesn't have much longer. My Mom has held on for soooo long. She stopped eating regular meals 4 months ago and mainly only drinks tea or hot chocolate. It's been a roller coaster ride and it has been very difficult. I am scared and know this is going to be very hard for me. I understand how you feel. I wish you well.

We had my husband's Dad [89] in our home for many years. My FIL had been admitted to hospital for complications of a fall and Pneumonia, where tests found a Cancerous mass in his lungs with metastisis (spreading to) his chest wall, and we brought him home on Hospice for the final 9 weeks of his life.

It is very difficult to care for someone, especially if they are bed bound as my FIL was, and so my advice to you would be to rely heavily on every service Hospice has to offer, a 2-3 X weekly bath aide, Social Worker, Ministry Services, Music vollunteers, our Nurses came 2-3 times per week, sometimes more when we had catheter or medication needs issues, just everything they offer, they are your Lifeline, Angels in my book!

Keep visits from friends and family short, you are going to be way to busy to entertain, and remember to keep a strict daily diary/medication log, pain management, diet/food, toileting, BM's, just how he is feeling throughout the day, and write down everything that might need addressing with the Hospice team, as your mind turns to mush when you are so busy caring for your Loved One. Try to stay on a schedule, because it can get very stressful, especially when emotions are running high.

Accept help from whoever might offer it, folks who can sit with him, offers of food and dinners, grocery store runs, tidying up the house, laundry, just everthing as you are so tired and busy much of the day. Invest in or borrow a baby monitor with a camera, so you can check on him when you are busy out of the room. Rest and Sleep!

As for dealing with the actual death of you parent, take it one day at a time, sometimes hourly, and be sure to speak with him about his feelings and your own, make sure that he is able to get anything off his chest that may be bothering him, tell him you love him often, and in the end, tell him that you will be fine and that it is OK to go, as sometimes they are so worried about you, and how you are doing and how you will take his dying. Talk about the happy memories, chat about your childhood (and his), family vacations, his career, things he truly enjoyed about his life, keep it light and fun, not heavy.

When the actual time comes that he is actively dying (the Nurses can answer all of these questions about actual symptoms to watch for), make sure you have and Understand (in advance) the uses of all of the medications you have on hand to treat his symptoms so that you can keep him comfortable, and have your Nurses phone number handy, and Call them with Any little questions you might have, 24/7!

Lastly stay calm, remember your Dad has lived a very full life, 96 years old is a good long life, his body is tired, and it is his time to go. Try to keep things as calm and peaceful as you can, soft music, cool cloths on his forehead, keep his pain well managed always.

If his breathing should get fast, labored, uneven or if he is making gurgling sounds, there is a medication to help with that. Fever, hot and cold, changes in the color of his skin, moaning, excessive sleeping, all of these things are signs that the end could be near, but stay calm, and treat each sign as they come, quietly.

Lastly, some people want you there at the last moment of their death, and others wait to pass when you have stepped away, my FIL was the latter, he waited until I left the room to make a phone call to the Hospice Nurse, and he was gone. It is scary in the moment, but it quickly passes as their death is a blessing, their suffering is over and they are in Heaven with other Loved ones who have passed before them. If Hospice is not there with you, then call them and they will come out and pronounce him dead and make all of the nessasary phone calls for you. Take some time and have a cup of coffee or tea, and breathe until they get there. You do not need to stay in the room if you are uncomfortable.

Remember to take care of you, eat, rest and try to get good sleep. I will keep you in my prayers, and God Bless You!

I’ve done this twice, and it isn’t easy. Focus on doing the practical things that need to be done, and make sure you get enough sleep to continue functioning. Plan for what comes next – funerals and visiting relatives take quite a lot of organising, and you won’t feel all that efficient. Remember that being there for the last breath often doesn’t happen, and don’t be distraught about it. Be prepared for the difficult breathing at the end, which can be quite upsetting. Try to get enough sleep in the last 24 hours – take it in shifts if you need to – so that you can cope with the next day. Pneumonia used to be called ‘the old man’s friend’ because it was a relatively quick and painless way to go. I hope that is the way it works out for your father. Best wishes to you, your father, and everyone else involved.