May 23, 2011
My father was transferred from the hospital to my house, where he remained for several hours. However, Hospice determined that they could not care for him at my house and they offered us an ultimatum, move him to their facilities or care for him ourselves. We allowed him to be moved to the facilities of Hospice of the Comforter, about four miles from our house.
Yesterday, a number of relatives came and went throughout the day, and some sweet times were had by all. My brother, Ethan, who was last with my father when my father could still carry on a bit of a conversation, got in last evening from Pennsylvania. Though dad did not speak or open his eyes, he did respond visibly to the sound of Ethan's voice. I am certain that Ethan's presence in the room gives him a sense of peace.
Family members who wish to see my father before his passing are encouraged to do so. Just be aware that you will most likely not be able to have a conversation with him.
Come quickly, however. We do not know how long he has. In some ways he seems to be failing very quickly; in others, he seems to not be failing at all. God knows the time.
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