For the last six weeks, I've mentally been preparing myself to lose my dad. He's been so weak and continuing to deteriorate. In fact, on July 4th we were invited to Missouri for Thanksgiving with friends. I explained that while we may want to go some year, this year I was pretty sure was going to be my Dad's last Thanksgiving and I just didn't feel that we ought to miss it. This past week though, I was beginning to accept that he wasn't even going to make it to the holidays this year. While it was hard to think about, I also knew that he was suffering. Selfishly though, I prayed that he would make it another month or so in order to get the kids adjusted to new schools before they had to deal with losing their grandfather.
I talked to my mom yesterday and she mentioned there was no question Dad felt better. Today she called shortly after noon to let me know that he was home, and again mentioned how much better he felt. About an hour ago, my dad actually called me! Please understand, for the last six weeks he didn't have the strength, energy, or stamina to even read his own emails, let alone talk on the phone. I had gone to see him two days before we left for vacation, and he couldn't even sit up in bed to visit with me. Today when he called he didn't sound winded or cough much, and he's already responded to an email I sent afterwards. I am so very grateful for the his new found strength. It's miraculous!
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