The End is Near

I have always know dad to wear a watch.  Being hours/days away from death has not changed that.

Words to describe my visit today are hard to come by.  Dad is in a semi-comatose state.  The hospice nurse said that she thinks he will pass away by Monday or Wednesday at the latest.  I spent a few hours sitting by his bedside on the floor talking to Mom as she sat by his side holding his hand.  His breathing is raspy and labored.  The spirit is strong and the veil is thin.  I sat in a sacred space there at his bedside.

Mom just wants a hug from him and for him to tell her "there, there" as he has always done for her when she had a hard day.  She told me that she knows that he love her and that she will see him again.  She is happy for him that he will be able to see his parents and grandparents soon as well as Mary and Rebecca who he lost so many years ago.  Mom is just sad that he will no be there for her anymore.  As long as Mom continues to not clean the middle of her bathroom mirror she will see Dad's message of his love for her every day.  My parents are so in love with each other.

As I left today I kissed his head, smoothed his hair and told him I loved him one more time.  We got a more comfortable chair for Mom to sit in next to the bed.  She is so tired.  She was going to hold his hand and take a nap.