Before my dad died, he was in a coma-like state, but I assumed he could hear. My idiot family of course did not and continued their distressing talk. God bless this man and all who suffer in silence.
My mother was in a coma for a few weeks before she died. I had read that hearing is the last sense to go. So for the final two weeks of her life I ensured that her favorite music was playing. I also sought out and invited family and friends to her death bed, including good friends he hadn't seen for years. We sat, chat, and laughed--sometimes uproariously--about the good memories and times we had enjoyed with her. It was our way of honoring her and comforting her on her journey out of this life. I don't know for sure that she heard us, but I'm reasonably confident she did. And if she did, she could have only been cheered.
My mother was in a coma for a few weeks before she died. I had read that hearing is the last sense to go. So for the final two weeks of her life I ensured that her favorite music was playing. I also sought out and invited family and friends to her death bed, including good friends she hadn't seen for years. We sat, chat, and laughed--sometimes uproariously--about the good memories and times we had enjoyed with her. It was our way of honoring her and comforting her on her journey out of this life. I don't know for sure that she heard us, but I'm reasonably confident she did. And if she did, she could have only been cheered.
You must have been a light for his soul!