Sunday, December 6, 2009
I think it is Sunday
The days and nights are becoming a blur. Dad has declined significantly over the last 48 hours. He is not able to communicate with us anymore. He still knows we are there though. It is very hard to see a frail old man laying in your parents' bed. I keep waiting for Dad to pull in the driveway after a weekend of fishing up north or to walk up from the barn for his lunch. It just breaks your heart. It will be well with my soul.