And, no, there won't be any ragdolling this weekend. I'm on the road with family stuff. My wife told me to go -- "our anniversary isn't as important this year." (She even sent food with me.)
We enrolled Dad in hospice since June, when his kidney function fell to 5%. Somehow he's still around, but his decline (physical and mental) has been pronounced lately. It won't be much longer, probably this month.
No need for condolences. He's 93, has lived a full life, and has outlived most of his family and friends. He's still living at home. I'll be lucky to live as long and go out on my own terms.
And so I've commuted from the Philly burbs to Central PA all but 5 weekends since June. Partly to help Dad, partly to help keep my sister sane (she lives next door to Dad). But since her husband died suddenly 2 years ago (on 3/16), she has filled her time by caring for Dad; I'm concerned about the void when both are gone.
So this weekend is and will always be bittersweet. That's life. I'm glad I can be here to help, and that my wife is so understanding.
