Dad passed away yesterday afternoon. I think it would have been easier to handle if the stupid useless nurses (1) hadn't let his morphine pump go empty and (2) decided that the time after it had run empty was the best time to discuss *why* it had run empty instead of giving my dad something for the pain (and it was the absolute worst memory of my life watching him on that bed in so much pain and trying to scream but not being able to). I seriously thought my sister and Sues (stepmom) mom was going to slap the one nurse.

I am actually looking forward to writing the letter to the hospital regarding that morning because while I can almost understand them screwing up on the "when" the pump would need to be replaced when Dads meds were being upped every day at that point but to just sit there and discuss how it could have happened while we are in the room with Dad in so much pain was just unexcusable.