Acceptance

     I met with the sympathetic funeral director. Dad's death arrangements are now complete from my end. I even picked out what his stone will say.

     Dad is still alive. Barely. His color is cheesy. I figure that his liver will be shutting down soon. I'm no doc. I could be wrong about that.

     Dad does not stay awake for longer than a few minutes at a time now.

     "Your face is full of sunshine!" he told me when I went to see him [after the appointment with the funeral director]. He allows a bit more hand-holding these days. 

     I will miss Dad terribly when he dies and then for the rest of my life, however long or short that may be. 

                                                       ~ sapphoq on life