MY DAD SAID SOMETHING BEFORE HE TOOK HIS LAST BREATH—AND I CAN’T SHAKE IT

Leaving my dad in a nursing home was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I had no choice. I’m a single mom, juggling two jobs just to keep the lights on. Taking care of my daughter and him at the same time? Impossible.

I did my best to visit when I could, but time slipped through my fingers like sand. Every visit, he’d ask, “When am I coming home?” And I’d lie. “Soon, Dad. I just need to figure some things out.”

The truth was, there was nothing to figure out. I could barely afford his care as it was. Every extra shift I picked up went straight to the nursing home bill. My heart ached knowing he spent more time with the staff than with me.

Then, one evening, I got the call. “You should come now,” the nurse said, her voice softer than usual.

I rushed over, my daughter’s small hand gripping mine. When we got there, he looked so small in that bed. Weaker than I’d ever seen him.

I sat beside him, holding his frail hand, whispering how much I loved him, how sorry I was that I couldn’t do more. His eyes found mine—full of something I couldn’t quite place.

Then, just before his last breath, he spoke.⬇️