Mistress, I had a somewhat different story, with a very similar ending. My father had seizure a about a year and a half ago, where he passed out, and hit his head - he was far sicker than any of us realized (he was only sixty eight) and the blood thinners he was only only made matters worse.
I had all of the documentation in order, including a Durable Power of Attorney for Healthcare, and an Advanced Directive.
My father did not want to be kept alive by artificial means, as had happened to my grandmother and great aunt. While he was still conscious, he awoke hooked up to a myriad of machines giving me "what the f$ck is going on here, you know I don't want this" look and tried to pull everything out. I explained to him that they thought that they could make him better, and that was the only reason he was hooked up to the machines, and to squeeze my hand if he understood. Thankfully, he did.
Unfortunately, he was too weak, and soon it progressed to pnemonia - and then soon, his heart, which was already weak, could not take the extra burden. By this time, the entire family, our Rabbi who was out of town and was very close to my father, and many of his friends had been able to visit him and show their love. Most important was his ability to visit with our Rabbi, who loved my father like a brother, and my father loved him in the same way.
We told the hospital not to make an extraordinary efforts to prolong his life, but to keep him comfortable. We were called at 4:30 in the morning by the hospital - where my mother, my two sisters, and both of my brothers-law sat as a family as said goodbye to him six days after he had the seizure. We all got to kiss him goodbye and have a private moment with him.
I feel we were blessed in so many ways - mostly in that we got to say goodbye as family. I feel that I was blessed in that he understood that I would never let him linger like that unless there was a realistic hope of him getting better. I do not know if I could have lived with myself if my last memory would have been him thinking I had somehow betrayed his wishes.
Updated On: 1/23/06 at 08:53 PM