Dad is alive. But he is hardly there. It’s just a matter of time. Still planning to go back to Maine on Wednesday. I just can’t afford to be here very long.
Not working gets expensive quickly. As does travel.
Good to be here. I am not sure if my dad knows I am here. He is drinking a little, and eating very little. It’s soon, I still don’t know when.
Good to be here. Hard to be here. It’s all too soon, much too soon.
Do wish I could eat some lamb today but both my wife and my brother in law don’t like it, so having a downgrade to pork roast. So it goes.
Life is an odd adventure. You just have to roll with it. It’s a tough time time right now. Not sure if I will feel better or worse when it’s over. It’s been a long road, and it is not over yet.
But my dad is still with us, but he is hardly conscious. Hard times. Tough times. Death is not easy no matter how it comes. Especially to those it leaves behind.