“As a medical doctor, I have known the face of adversity. I have seen death and dying, suffering, and sorrow.” Russell M. Nelson
Dad, and Death
I held my dad’s hand as he died. His passing was peaceful, and, except for my mother, who held the other hand and kept sobbing the words “I love you,” it was quiet.
The breathing machine kept inflating his lungs, and it was difficult to believe he was dead, but the cardiac monitor above the bed had registered his last heartbeat. I had watched the peaks get farther apart until they stopped. It was then that I answered my mom, who was asking when we would know that he was gone.
“We know now, Mom. His heart has stopped.”