Thankfully, my brother & sister & I never had to make the decision of when to take Dad off of the ventilator. I don't know if I could ever have done that. Mercifully, God knew the time to take Dad on to Heaven...the answer to my prayer.
There was a beautiful garden at that hospital where one could go walk, meditate, pray, make phone calls, or just get away by ones self. I used that garden several times. If you received a phone call from me during that time, I might have been in that garden. And there was a bench just outside the ICU unit door where we would sit & talk or make more phone calls. I remember sitting on that bench that Saturday morning with Carol. And finally the time came for us to walk away....we no longer had a reason to re-enter those doors. It was time to walk to our cars and go home. It was one of the saddest walks I've ever made.
Walking in the garden at Menorah Hospital
with my grandsons--Parker & Carter