I lost my dad on 11/4/2022. He had COPD, CHF, and diabetes. He unfortunately caught pneumonia one week before he passed. My husband and I had visited him at the nursing home on 10/28, and he seemed fine then. The next morning, my stepmom called to tell us he had been admitted to the ICU and was on life support. We visited him as much as possible while he was in ICU. He was awake and alert the day before he passed; we visited him and while he was still on a ventilator and unable to speak, he did recognize us and understood when we spoke to him. The nurses were talking about getting him off the vent by the end of the weekend. Sadly, the next day I got a call from my stepsister saying that Dad's organs were shutting down and to get to the hospital right away, as he only had a few hours left. We rushed down there and sat with him while his condition deteriorated. We touched his hands and talked to him, told him we loved him. He passed when I was outside getting some air; I had told him I loved him and was going to get some fresh air and come back. I think he didn't want me to see him take his last breath, which in hindsight is probably for the best. I think I would have felt even worse if I had been in the room when he passed. Seeing my dad deceased was one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with. It was such a shock and still is to a certain extent. While the nurses and hospital staff were amazing and took great care of my dad and us family members and I am grateful, I wanted to run out of that ICU and get as far away from the hospital as possible. It was simply too painful.