I just read my last post, It’s 4 o’clock In The Morning, and sit here stunned.
There are no more sounds coming from his room.
The monitor has been shoved into a drawer and I don’t thoroughly understand why I’m sleeping through the night. Maybe it’s because the tension so many nights that were a small version of Hell. Little did I know that those nights were hard, but would get harder at the end.
My husband, daughter and I cared for him before and after Alive Hospice was summoned on May 4th. A Hospice nurse would check on him daily and take vitals. An aide would come two to three times a week for bathing. He was bedbound a week or so later. He was 44 and a vital cyclist. His heart…his heart wanted to beat. His brain was done. Shutting down.
His end was much like his beginning almost 45 years ago. We cared for him. Bathed him. Kept him comfortable. We loved him. His baby sister sat by his side, held his hand and would not leave him on his last two days in that room.
He’s gone; Into the Heavens and leaving rainbows in the sky without the rain.
Our lives have been filled with love from family and friends. He had a Celebration of Life that showed who he had been. What wonderful art and music and travels he made and enjoyed.
I will miss him, a part of my heart, until he introduces me to his new friends, Jesus and Abraham Lincoln.
‘Bike on!’ my son. You are loved by many. But none love you like your Mom, Dad and Sister. Forever and a day.
Terry Christopher Dunham
August 10 1973 – May 20, 2018
Thank you to Alive Hospice nurses and Aides who were kind, cried with us, praised our caretaking and brought T.C. a Willy Nelson Last Man Standing Tee Shirt.
Thank you to all the friends, neighbors and strangers who brought meals to us through Meal Train for so many weeks. We’re alive because of y ‘all.
Thank you to our church, Journey Franklin in Brentwood (don’t ask), for standing by us through thick and thin and helping us make Chris’ Celebration of Life so special. Bell’s Two Roses and cake. Absolutely perfect.
Thank you to Richland Health Center and their great Physical Therapists, Marcie and Thomas and Gracie,another Sturgill Simpson fan and our social worker who became friends of Chris and our family. They all visited him at home the week before he passed away.
Thanks too, to childhood friends Adam and Stan and Ted who wrote or visited from Michigan and/or NY. And ‘new’ Tennessee friends, Peter, Brian and Sam.
Thank you to my cousins, my sister, sister-in-law, niece and hubs, friends and family from South Carolina, Michigan, Indiana, New York, Arizona and Gramma from Florida who came to help us before and after. I love you so, Sissy.
Thanks, too, to all his Eugene friends and friends around the world who had kind and similar stories to tell about this sweet soul.
We are blessed to be his parents and sister for over four decades of his story.
We miss his joyful and peace-filled spirit.
Adventure awaits, Chris. Ride On!
And tell Abe we said “Hello”.