Hey ya’ll, 2024 was a terrible year for my family and I. My dad passed away in October of last year. He had a myriad of issues with his body and he decided not to care about his health. He cancelled an appointment to scan his brain for neurological issues. He can no longer walk because of severe muscle atrophy. He suffered and stroke and told no one about it. Earlier in the year of 2022, I helped him get disability pay from social security. He paid into social security for 30 years and because he was only 57 at the time, he couldn’t retire normally. I went to his primary doctor with him and he blatantly lied about his health so that he can go home. I couldn’t help him because he couldn’t help himself. I tried to but after some canceled appointments by him, I decided that I couldn’t help him if he doesn’t help himself. Fast forward, he had a pretty bad fall and couldn’t get up in September. He pooped and peed on the floor and couldn’t even eat. He was then hospitalized for a month. During the stay, he got sepsis. He could no longer breathe without the big oxygen machine. I visited him a week before he passed on my birthday. I told no one about the visit. I looked at my dad and he was no longer responsive. My heart sank as the doctor said that it’s only getting worse as the days progressed. Fast forward to the next weekend, my mom and I visited my dad. He no longer was able to do anything. The tubes and everything looked so painful and my mom decided to sign the dnr forms. As she was about to sign, she looked at me and asked if she was signing my dad’s death. I had no response. I could only tell her that he will be moved to hospice. He was taken off of the machines as we held both his hands. It looked like he was relieved somehow. We decided to head home. My mom left for her apartment and I left for mine. I lived an hour away. During the ride home I got a missed call for the hospital. I didn’t see it until I got home. I then tried to call them but there was no response. An hour later they returned my call and they told me my father passed away. They still had him in the room and asked if I wanted to see him. I said yes and I drove fast to the hospital. I called my mom and she broke down really bad when I told her. After the hour drive I finally got to the hospital. It was very surreal walking into his room. It was just me and he was on the bed in the middle of the room. He was in a bag and there were tags on him already. They kept him there for 5 hours for me even though they were suppose to deliver him to the morgue a couple of hours ago. I started to cry. When the doctor came in, she asked if my mom and my sister wanted to see him. I looked at my dad, all bagged up with tags on him. I decided then and there that I couldn’t let my mom and my sister see him in such a state. I kept breaking down. As I gather myself I knew I needed to push this forward, I needed to sign a release to a funeral home. I wanted them to see him in a suit, like he was sleeping in the funeral home instead of seeing him in a bag. His mouth was gaping open and his eyes were half open. It was a terrible sight. I signed the release form with tears dripping onto it. AITAH for deciding that my mom and my sister shouldn’t see him and that they should see him in a suit at the funeral home. The funeral home will close his mouth and shut his eyes as if he was sleeping.