Dad is officially under in-hospital hospice care and is fairly comfortable, considering. I’ve had several cousins and acquaintances drop by and it’s been enjoyable hearing some of my father’s old stories from a different point of view. Some nights I manage to grab 5-6 hours of sleep, but Sunday night I had about 2. In my wisdom, I decided to go to work on Monday morning; –I survived but after that experience I’ve decided I’m only teaching one class today.
I’m slowly building Dad’s obit and memorial service in my mind. I guess I’d better call the pastor and see if he’s available. Mom and Dad outlived all the ministers at their little country church and it now has services bimonthly with a random minister chosen from those available. We’re not a densely populated county and folks learn to do the best with what’s available. It’s the pioneer way, still present in the 21st Century.
Today Tess gets her tonsils and adenoids removed and the surgical center is just one floor down in the same hospital. How’s that for luck?
Peace!
-J
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