I just learned this morning that Jo and I are High Plains neighbors, and now I'm wondering if I've ever dived with her dad. I know a few around here older than me (58)....?
I skipped this thread an hour or so ago, as I felt I was too much of a cowboy diver myself to comment. Then, I thought about the deaths of my parents.
I used to tell my folks to go - travel - enjoy life. "If you die somewhere, we'll come get you, but do what you want."
Mom & Dad came back from a trip to Reno once in 1989, Mom got up the next morning and unpacked everything, then fell over dead. I don't know what the last moments were like, but - I'd say that was a kind way to go.
Dad married again within a year - a nice lady, and surely good for him overall. Looking at tombstones in our home town cemetery, you don't see widowers lasting more than a year often when the wife goes first. In 2002 he broke a hip, and even with his advanced age managed to come back from that pretty well. Then he pushed the envelope and broke the other one. Wasn't long before he was in a nursing home for the rest of his life - the last year wishing he was dead, even asking us to help.
We three kids were pretty supportive through those last couple of years but of course could not assist with that morbid request. His long dying period was tough on us all.
Thinking thru that, had my dad been a diver, and asked to go diving after doctors advised him not to, I would have told him I'd load the gear while he packed some clothes and meds. If I had to pull his dead body out of the water rather than watch him lay in bed for a year - it's be tough, but preferable for us both.