Should I Blame Myself Because My Father Died?

<p>After all, I drove him to the bookstore and put a copy of&nbsp;<em>Final Exit</em>:&nbsp;<em>The Practicalities of Self-Deliverance and Assisted Suicide for the Dying&nbsp;</em>in my father&rsquo;s hands.</p> <p>And I knew why he wanted it. But, I believe in free choice.</p> <p>Dad lost most of his vision to a tumor and his independence to the stroke that followed. No longer able to eat or speak; he needed rehab unavailable in Alaska, so we flew him to New Mexico.</p> <p>He moved to a semi-assisted apartment after three months in the hospital and another year living with me. He took care of himself, but he could no longer work, drive &mdash; or read. A man of intelligence and curiosity, reading had been one of his great joys in life.</p> <p>Libraries, reading, and books are among my strongest memories of my father.</p> <p>&ldquo;What shall we read tonight?&rdquo; Dad would ask, and we&rsquo;d sail away for as long as he would read to us. I snuggled against the warmth of his flannel work shirt, listening to&nbsp;<em>American Tall Tales, Heroes of Long Ago,&nbsp;</em>and<em>&nbsp;Voyages to Far Away Places.</em></p> <p>The aroma of wild cherry pipe tobacco, Old Spice aftershave, and the woodstove tickled my nose as I perched on one arm of his overstuffed reading chair, my younger sister on the other.</p> <p>Perhaps he planned to spend his retirement reading, but now there were only Talking Books for the Blind, and in 2001 the selection was limited. Still, he subscribed to the&nbsp;<em>National Geographic</em>&nbsp;and&nbsp;<em>The Skeptical Inquirer</em>&nbsp;magazines, fighting to read with the help of an arsenal of magnifying glasses.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/the-memoirist/should-i-blame-myself-because-my-father-died-6589be21a5a1">Read More</a></p>
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