Our dad is under hospice care--in that gray zone of
mortality. For peace and comfort, drugs are dispensed regularly, with morphine
leading the way. His shallow breathing is interrupted by congested gasps. Any
flickers of coherence have since disappeared. His mind seems quiet. His body
continues to do what it has done since birth, but with its life energy slowly
draining away. We remember the vital man, reminisce and each hold in our
thoughts the man he was to each of us. The hardest thing is watching him slowly
become the figure in the coffin.
We all hope he is dreaming of our mother, whom he loved
completely and whom he longed to join.
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