I could not imagine a worse way to die.
It was the scaryiest, most heartbreaking thing ever!
Gave me nightmares and totally fokked me up for life.
Lament much did you live with your dad, but I think you must erase from your memory the bad times in the end and remember only the good you've had with, I think is the best way to honor his life
Watched my Dad loose everything One-by-One, feet, legs, hands, voice, no way to communicate with him at all, then we watched him slowly loose his ability to breathe.
Nothing we could do but watch and go crazy in the process. He asked me for a Gun at One point in One of his last hand-written letters to me. This was after he could no longer speak.
I refused to give him a gun. I now regret that! The way he died was so cruel. There is no God. For sure. If there is, then I hate him.