Rest in Peace Dad

When I met with Mom and the hospice nurse on Monday, I called to tell both my brothers about the conversation.  She didn't sugar coat how close to death Dad was.  She also didn't make a prediction about when he would pass.  I told them both I hoped it was soon so Dad's suffering would be over.  I know that sounds callous, but it was really hard to watch my strong and independent father struggle for breath.
The call came today just after I brought the girls home from their first day of school.  By the time I arrived, Dad was already gone.  Officially the hospice nurse declared his time of death to be 4:00 p.m.  He was gone.  His suffering was over.
People kept telling me to talk to Dad about whatever was on my mind so I wouldn't have any regrets.  Last Saturday, probably the last really lucid day he had, I leaned over to kiss him goodbye.  I said, "I love you Dad."  He smiled and said, "I love you too Shari.  Kiss my girls for me."
I'm not sure I could have any regrets with that as our last conversation.  Rest in peace Dad.  I love you and miss you.