Dad gave his last breathes early morning hours of the 23rd. (Mom died 7/23/94). So the 23rd is not surprising. He slipped away while I took a 15 minute shower. Or sometime therein. I had been there constantly. Even slept with him. He wanted OJ and I got him some. He had a little with my help. But his body just could not hold it. My daughter and I went in and he was gone. I screamed and screamed "Dad" because I refused to believe it. His eyes were almost shut and his mouth wide open.
Now I am wandering around wondering what to do. Now what?
Love you all.