Bye, Daddy

My Dad, Clyde Harris, passed away this morning. It's been a really rough week. He fell on Monday morning, not the first time this has happened. Mom called right away and Pat and I went over and got him up and into his lazy boy. He was complaining of back pain, which is understandable, and again, this has happened before. We gave him a couple vicodin and figured his back pain would ease up. Later that day, Mom called the advice nurse at Kaiser and they advised we bring him in. We couldn't move him, because he was in so much pain, so we called an ambulance.
We were totally shocked when the docs told us he had broken his back. T10 and T9, in the middle of his back. They got him a back brace and had him on pain meds, but he was miserable. In so much pain and not lucid at all.
Friday morning we got a call that he had taken a turn for the worse during the night. Mom, Pat and I went to the hospital and Daddy was miserable. My sister, Karen and her two kids, Marcus and Megan arrived later.
We had a conference with three of the docs and decided that it was time to let him go. I had talked with my sister, Jeanie, who was flat on her back, recovering from foot surgery earlier this week and she was in agreement. Daddy was getting pneumonia and had an infection. There is no way he would recover from this. We ordered the docs to take him off antibiotics and oxygen and give him an IV drip to keep him comfortable. This is the hardest decision I've ever had to make in my life, but know it was the right one and what Daddy would want.
Pat and I left the hospital around 11 pm. I told Daddy I love him and he said I love you, too, babe. He was sort of sleeping then.
He passed away peacefully in his sleep at 7:45 this morning and Mom and Karen were with him. We all had a nice steak dinner at Mom's tonight (which Daddy would've loved).
We don't know if there's going to be a memorial service or not, as the family is divided on this. Daddy will be cremated and we'll figure out what we want to do when we are not so worn out.
I'm tired, so, so very sad, but am confident that my beloved father is free of pain and in a better place.