My heart is running on empty this afternoon. I can barely think, let alone function. My father’s death clock is ticking so loudly it’s pretty much unbearable. Just about an hour ago I was conferenced in on a call with doctors, nurses, Hospice and my aunt/uncle and was informed there is nothing else they can do for my father.
I can’t breathe. I just can’t breathe. My head is spinning in too many circles and I feel faint.
I was told that things with my father have significantly declined in the last 24 hours. The oxygen he was put on yesterday is not helping at all. As of today, he can no longer move and is unable to speak at all - only facial expressions to tell them what he needs.
In less than an hour, I will call his room where Hospice will place the phone to my father’s ear and although he won’t be able to respond, I’ll express my love and sing softly to him one - last - time…