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.
Posted by:Kalyn | April 16, 2008 at 08:41 PM
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.
Posted by:BrooklynQ | April 16, 2008 at 11:25 PM
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
Posted by:Michael Goodman | April 17, 2008 at 07:17 AM
Dave,
I'm so sorry! What can I do to help? Please give me a call if you wish - and when you can.
Posted by:Patricia | April 17, 2008 at 11:54 PM
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.
Posted by:Patricia | April 17, 2008 at 11:56 PM
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
Posted by:Heather | April 18, 2008 at 10:18 PM