Caren’s Story of Grief – “Goodbye, Papa.”
I kissed him gently on the forehead, looked into his vacant blue eyes and said “Goodbye, Papa. I love you.” I’ve no idea whether he heard me or not. That was the last time I saw my father alive. He was pumped full of morphine to ease his passing. Rewind 5 days: It’s the end of May 2017, and I have just flown in from Manchester, UK to be with my father at the Helios Klinikum in Schleswig, Germany. The doctor I had spoken to the day before had urged me to be at my father’s bedside. “It’s not looking good. The second round ofRead More →