Sunday morning as Daddy headed out to church, he felt dizzy and collapsed in the carport. EMTs were called and while we watched they took him from us. We would never see him at his fullest again. He was taken to AnMed and it was determined that he had suffered a stroke. He revived for a bit somewhat, then lapsed back into some paralysis which made it difficult for him to communicate with us. He could nod and shake his head. He was very alert and aware of what was going on around him. He was very definite on his desires for his care. He and Mom had discussed possibilities for the future and there were no surprises or need to discuss options. We were careful to respect the decisions and desires that Mom and Dad shared with us. As we all know, Daddy knows the direction he wants to go. There's no second guessing. No faltering or wavering. Full steam ahead, no looking back. So be it Daddy.
Today, he is resting. His breathing is shallow and irregular. He does not seem to be aware of the love and music and prayers going on around him. But we are aware. It is a balm to our breaking hearts. We do not sorrow without a hope. We sorrow for our loss, not his. When his time comes, he will go before us and we will catch up with him later. This certainty offers little comfort just now, but is a promise we will hold on to.
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