Nearing the End, I’m afraid
Not for me, for my Dad. He had a stroke several years ago but the crusty old dude pulled through it pretty well. A couple of days ago he had another pretty big one. I’m sitting here next to his hospital bed right now. He’s asleep. He doesn’t know I’m here, of course.
Even though he doesn’t know I’m here, I need to be here simply because it may be my last chance t spend time with him.
Very sorry to hear about it. I went through this with my mother so I know how difficult it is. My best to you and your family.
I’m surfing through my old book marks and came across your post.
I’ve been sitting where you are and it’s not a pleasant place to be. Talk to your dad, on some level he may hear you and you’ll feel better.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family right now.
Been there, done that. In a very strange way I was never closer to my dad than in his last days. It completed a cycle (I took care of him much as he had done for me as an infant) and I held his hand while he died.
I am sorry for what you are losing Dave, and I have no doubt you will see your dad’s crustiness reflected in your son’s sunshine.
Michael
Dave,
I’m so sorry! What can I do to help? Please give me a call if you wish – and when you can.
Dave,
I’m so sorry! What can I do to help? Give me a call if you wish – or when you can!
Take good care – you and your family are in my thoughts.
Dave, I’m very sorry to hear about your Dad. I certainly can empathize and my thoughts are with you and your family. Most Sincerely, Heather