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My dad went into the hospital this past Sunday, he's 81 and he's had a variety of medical conditions wear him down over the last few years not to mention he's been a dialysis patient for the last 13 years. He's done well for a long time but now he's exhausted and they have found a mass on his right lung.

Yesterday he told me that I'm his designated health care proxy and that he wants me to make sure nothing heroic is done to keep him around any longer, just make him comfortable. He says he's tired of tubes and bored with doctors.

I'm not looking forward to explaining this to the rest of the family if it goes in that direction, we'll know next week.

Ted, your post hit home and gave me a little strength for what may be coming, thank you, and my best wishes to your family.

RB, I nursed my mother and father alone for a year until my father died, and his wishes were the same as your father's, as were my mother's. They were the best of times and the worst of times, always living on the edge. I had no trouble with family; I just gave it to them straight. By making you his proxy, your father knew you as a dutiful and loving son.

Ted,

My thoughts and deepest sympathies go out to you and your entire family. Memories are our greatest treasure of those we have known and lost. The best tribute is to honor them and I am sure that you will do your father proud.

Your fiends problems will work our in the end. Tell him to just keep his act normal and listen to his friends and lawyers who can see the whole picture far better than he can. Buy him a hunting license and taker him hunting if possible. Good hunting partners are hard to find.

I am sorry for your loss. You were lucky to have your father for so long and it is nice to have the great memories to remember him by. I hope you have the same memories with your son, too. God Bless.

Ted,

You've written often of your great love and respect for your father. My condolences on your profound loss.

Jay

Thanks for the kind words everybody. "My loss" actually began quite some time ago, and the slope got steeper and more slippery the farther Dad and I went. He hadn't hunted in a few seasons-the photo of he and I in the DGJ was the second to last time he made it out. That is the Silver Snipe I inherited in that photo, a gun he never warmed up to, and one he should have used more.
He knew how I felt about his autoloaders.
Recoil Rob, you have my absolute best wishes and condolences. My Mom and my little brother were pretty much puddles of tears on the floor when decision time came, and were of little help during the aftermath. Not bragging, please understand, but, that is where the chips fell. I couldn't have changed it if I wanted to, and I didn't. I wrote and read the eulogy for Dad.
Thanks again. Bird season is going to be different this year.
Best,
Ted

Ted, sorry for your loss. Best wishes to you and your family.

Ted, I am sorry to hear of your loss. Father and Son are always the greatest of hunting companions. Although we don't always see eye-to-eye with each other, just getting out in Mother Nature's classroom embues us with fond and lasting memories. This is a poem that I have always enjoyed:

Home is the sailor, home from the sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter, home from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air

'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill

A.E. Housman

Sorry to hear about your dad.

With regard to the friend's guns, not only can't he posess guns, he can't posession ammo either.

Ted, I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my Mom to cancer several months ago and surely miss her. I have often said that the most valuable gun in my collection is the Winchester mod. 67A .22 single shot that my parents (Santa Claus) left under the tree for me at age 10. Absolutely irreplaceable, just like our parents.