Dad is resting comfortably. The hospice nurse is here again. Everyone has their own end journey, and all indications are that dad will be welcomed to Heaven in the very near future.
I’m trying to concentrate on the good in all this – that we’ve been blessed with 71 years, that my folks did make the 50 year mark, though they were apart and unable to celebrate. That we’ve had so many blessings. That dad will, in an instant be far more perfect than he’s ever been. But, it still hurts, and it’s not fair.
My mother is so amazing, and she has been such a rock in all of this. My dad and I had a conversation the other day while he was still in the hospital, and it was something to the effect of how mom was doing, or would do in all of this, and I said “you know, I think mom is more capable, confident and steady than everyone gives her credit for – I think she is going to do just fine” and my dad said “I think you’re right”. I’m sure that the first thing dad does when he gets to heaven is to make sure that we – my mom, brother, and I – are taken care of. And, I know we all will be, but there are so many large unknown’s right now – how you pick up the pieces, develop a new plan and move on? I just don’t know.