We have had many people who love us coming and going over these last few weeks. The visits have been a blessing, but this morning was so quiet and peaceful. The house was empty except the four of us. My mom, my sister, and I sat at my dad’s bedside and enjoyed every minute of our interaction.
Later in the day his breathing became irregular. He would stop breathing for 10 -15 seconds then resume. It is heart-wrenching to watch this and to be reminded of his approaching death. The reminder, though, makes me so very thankful for the moments like those we shared this morning.
The nurse came out to evaluate him and she is unsure how long he has, but expects it to be in the next 10 days. I hope and pray that the end is near. I desire nothing more than for my dad to get out of bed, but when his death is guaranteed I want him to be taken quickly. I want his weary soul to be joyful again.
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