I talked to my dad this morning and the hospice nurse is now saying that grandpa only has a couple of more days of life, he won’t make it to Friday.
He is starting to have convulsions. The sad thing is that with his diabetes comes neuropathy and he can’t even receive touch without pain. So in these final days and hours he can’t receive physical touch from family as they say their final goodbyes.
My dad said he’s unconscious most of the time and when semi-conscious is halucinating conversations with my grandma (who died 10 years ago), his mother and my uncle Joe (who died in December of 2003).
It’s just bizarre. We spend our lives wondering how and when we’ll die and now he knows.
One good thing is that my dad, who is a pastor, has decided not to perform the service. He did for his mother and brother. I think this time he might be able to stay in the moment and really grieve. I’m proud of him for stepping back and letting someone else do it.




