Hubby’s father is dying. I know, I know we’re all dying but his death is imminent. There was a call on Monday from the home where he currently is called to say that they thought he had about 24-48 hours left. Hubby and I left work and went to sit with him, meet with the hospice nurse and doctor, and to support his sister and Step-mother.
MAC was disappointed that we would not take her, but the feeling was that he had deteriorated to the point that we thought he might really make her uncomfortable. Hubby took the day off Tuesday and spent the day at the home. When he came home MAC said again that she really wanted to go visit her Pop-pop. We decided after much explanation of what the home is like, that the residents really had no boundaries, and that Pop-pop was a lot different than the last time she saw him to take her for a little while.
When we got there it was after 7 and things seemed to have settled down. She talked quietly and behaved well. She even gave a hug to her Memaw and Aunt. I have to say that I had my misgivings about taking her, but she made us proud and I am glad that she had a chance to say good bye.
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