You might have seen a small, stooped old man, shuffling down the sidewalk…



hair disheveled, shirt buttoned wrong, shoes on the wrong feet…Here's what I saw...




Stan Julin Update 7

May 26, 2011
Our family continues in a holding pattern around hospice.  There are small signs that the decline continues; yet his blood pressure and skin tone remain quite stable.  He has had no food or drink since Sunday and almost nothing for over a week preceding that; so there can be little doubt that his trajectory leads to heaven.

The family has, so far, kept someone with him pretty much around the clock, though it is not always my mother.  Last night, for instance, she was able to take a break in the evening to go see her three youngest grandchildren.  Each night, when all of the visitors have returned to their homes or hotels, she gets the quiet hours of the night to talk to and cry for my father. 

Various friends and family members have been stopping in for visits and are encouraged to do so.  My mother grew up in a big family and has always been surrounded by relatives and good friends.  She needs to know that, with my father leaving, she still has others who care for her.

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