My Father Is Dying

It has been a roller coaster. Yesterday was a good day. Last night and today have not been so good. He has been very restless which means that we are staying close. There is very little communication; a whispered word or nod of his head. We have had time to talk about the past and tell him the good things we remember.
Angela wrote about going to the ranch and cooking hotdogs in the dry creek bed. She remembered Daddy catching an Armadillo by the tail and dragging it out of it’s hole so everyone could see it up close. He let it go but that was one mad armadillo. The next morning we all piled into the back of the truck to go out and look for deer. They were always there if we looked hard enough.
I loved to watch Daddy work in the garage. I’m sure it was to keep me busy but he would give me some scraps of wood and a hand drill. I would make holes and nail things together and had a wonderful time. I still love the smell of freshly cut wood.
A few minutes ago Jacqui asked him if he was okay. He nodded and in a whisper asked if we were okay. She told him that he might have noticed, his daughters are pretty strong women.
This time that we have with him is special. I am very fortunate to be with my father at this time. It’s a time of healing for all three of us.