Dad is sleeping peacefully for now. His breathing is labored and rattled. He can communnicate with some difficulty, eventually we get that he wants to be moved around a bit for example. I read to him again from some more notes we received from my cousins and from his lifelong friends. (Denny - he got a big smile about the "fart smeller" line.) We are medicating him for the pain, and any anxiety he might feel as his lungs fill up.
In the morning the remainder of the family will come in. There are bodies sleeping all over the house. We are taking care of Dad in shifts - someone is with him at all times - usually more than one someone. I just got off duty, taking over from Lauren, and Jason took over from me. Stan, Dad's rock, remains in the room, sometimes dozing in the recliner, sometime flat out snoring. In the morning, there will be even more bodies, even more commotion, even more family love, as we all wait for Dad to rejoin our heavenly Father, and his beloved Rita.
It's peaceful here at this hour, almost 5AM.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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Lovely note. Sad and beautiful at the same time.
Denny
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