My dad is in Hospice. I can actually say it now without tearing up, which I suppose is better than the alternative. It's truly sinking in. I don't know how long my dad has left...days...weeks, months perhaps? At least they will help him be pain-free until the end and help him die with dignity. (I hope).
It seems so surreal. I know it's real though. I saw this past weekend how small he's gotten. Odd, my dad never looked small before...he was always so big and confident, and at times, really annoying, but never small. Now he's irritable and small and can't catch his breath most of the time.
All I can say is it's heart-breaking to watch.
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