Lost my Deddy this past January. He was my best friend. I refused to do CPR and had to get ugly with the Medics to make them stop. All because it wouldn't have been fair to my Deddy to bring him back to the pain and suffering. He was ready to go home to be with his Lord and Savior, that I'll never question. He had been ready to go home for several years due to his health. However I do know that he didn't want to leave Momma. He looked at her and asked: Baby, you wanna go home with me? That was love, but also painful to hear. After 57 years of marriage together, she wants to be with him in their internal home.
