My Dad was peaceful today. Today wasn't so sad. My Dad did not open his eyes for the 5 hours I visited. His breathing was regular, gentle and untroubled. A hospice worker came into his room and asked about my Dad's life. I told her the details that most appealed to me in a few minutes...it seemed too short. I could have gone on but told her about memories I had of him instead. She asked questions and offered suggestions. I realized I was at peace, feeling OK to let go. I wasn't troubled, I am OK to let go.
My instinct is to try to save him. But his body is to exhausted to respond. He cannot swallow. He cannot take fluids. He was given some morphine earlier as he displayed discomfort when he was rolled to his alternate side.
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