I still feel guilty. I feel like I could have done more. I also torture myself thinking "what if he was still in there when I pulled the plug? What if he knew what was going on?" I answer myself with the facts, that even so, he had gone without oxygen for too long, he would not have a real life. And even before his cardiac arrest, he didn't really have a life. He went to dialysis and watched TV. That was it. He had no real life. I feel guilty for myself. Even though I did pretty much all I could, I will alway think I should have done more.
Putting my thoughts into writing