Even though none of these developments with my father are a surprise I am still incredibly sad. Very, very melancholy.
I just had a long, long conversation with his doctor whom I like so very much. Basically we’re looking at getting him into a nursing home and perhaps hospice care.
My mother’s heart hurts. Last night she told me that every night…for 56 years…he would say to her "I love you a bush and a peck and a hug around the neck." As Ernie drove her home from the hospital today she said, "I guess Joe will never come home again."
Last night I let Owen sleep with me…probably more for my comfort than his. And as he snuggled in with me I hugged him and said, "I love you a bush and a peck and a hug around the neck."