I have experienced loss in my life. None as close as when I loss my father 3 years ago. I was sitting along side of his hospital bed that was set up for my family to bring him home to die in. I wasn't real crazy about his coming home to die but it was not my choice. I didn't believe in my heart that it was his choice either so it made it that much harder for me to watch. As my father looked around between slipping in and out of sleep I kept wondering to myself what he was thinking. My dad didn't express himself very well so he was silent most of the time but you could see in his eyes that he was thinking about things. What really does a dying person think when they know they are dying? Do they just come to terms with it or do they surrender to the idea that they will soon be gone? My father didn't say he was scared. My father didn't say much about it at all to me. When he would open his eyes he always appeared to be a million miles away from where he was. He would just stare out the window and it broke my heart to wonder what he was thinking. I sat there most of the afternoon and watched family members come in and out. Again, how crazy did this seem to him? People that he had not seen for weeks coming into his room and saying good-bye. I just wanted for everyone to leave. My mind jumps to the moment I was told he was gone. I ran to his room. I wanted to be by his side. I felt so empty, so alone. I stared at his silver hair and touched it for what would be the last time. My father had beautiful hair. What Really Does A Dying Person Think Of?