Today at 8:15 a.m. my dad passed away. He suffered 5 years and 1 month of PSP. He passed here in my home, with his wife sleeping next to him, his other children sleeping in the living room and grandchildren sleeping scattered about the house. I held his hand throughout the night, made sure he was not in any pain, and when he took his last breath I knew he was at peace.
It was a journey I will never forget nor would I ever trade any of the moments, good or bad.
I love you so much dad. I honored your wishes and you died your own way, PSP didn't beat you!