Personal Narrative: My Father's Passing

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My Father’s Passing
On March 13, 1994 I lost my farther to congestive heart disease, he was 60, he died in his home. He was disabled by the time he was 55. He had Medicaid for health insurance. He died after being hospitalized for two weeks due to low blood pressure, 80/35. His blood pressure never improved during his stay. I feel he was sent home to die. He lived about a week after being released. I feel he only lived that long do to the fact when he was released from the hospital I was in the hospital having surgery to remove my gall bladder. My father passed away less than two hours after I had called him to let him know I was home and had been out of the house to visit my mother. My sister and her husband were living with him at the

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