I may spend some time over the coming days and weeks recounting a few of the more amazing moments of this journey. I hope you will indulge me.
So begins the part where I ask that you all indulge me a bit.
The last day of Chance's life was an extremely difficult one. The pain had become so intense that we had to keep him on a steady dose of morphine. This rendered him pretty much non-responsive. His breathing had become extremely labored, his pulse quick, but weak. Our hospice nurse told us that today was likely the day. Chance was surrounded for the endless hours of that last day by my wife and me, his brother, his two uncles and two aunts, his five cousins, and three grandparents. We took turns whispering in his ear and holding his hands.
But the time came when we began praying for release. His breathing was almost like he was gasping for air, and it was rattled and congested. The color had begun to drain from him. Finding a pulse had become difficult. It was time. We told him it was okay for him to go. We just didn't want him to be in pain any longer. But still he fought to live.
So we turned to music. Chance loved music. We thought some beautiful and relaxing piano pieces might help him transition to his next life. Satie, Debussy, Beethoven, etc. We played this soothing music for over an hour, but still, he hung on.
And then my wife decided that she wanted to play Chance a song that his uncle had once dedicated to him. And so she did.
Gym Class Heroes - The Fighter
From there, we said screw the sad piano music. We started playing a bunch of the songs that Chance loved. Rock tunes from Queen, Journey and Foo Fighters. (Bohemian Rhapsody was his favorite song of all time, and the lyrics went straight to the heart when we played it for him.) But we also played a bunch of modern pop hits that Chance really enjoyed, from the likes of Avicii (Wake Me Up), Fun (We Are Young, Carry On), Capital Cities (Safe and Sound), Imagine Dragons (Radioactive, Demons). And then there was a request to play something from Pitch Perfect. This was a movie that our family had watched and enjoyed thoroughly multiple times together. So I pulled up and played the following song. It was near the end of this song that Chance left us and went to heaven. I like to think that Chance didn't want to depart listening to dreary piano music, no matter how serene and heavenly sounding. He wanted to listen to music that he enjoyed. And it was during this song that he wanted to say good bye.
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