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I'm currently sitting a few feet away from dad in the hospital at cape. He's resting. Hospice describes his condition as one foot in and one foot out. He's starting to talk out of his mind a little. He can't walk. Speech is slurred. Fluid is building up in his body and he has started showing symptoms that come prior to death. As you can imagine, the last few days have been hard on the family. Hospice was called in yesterday. You can send cards through SE hospital online and they'll deliver them to him daily. Just go to their website. http://www.southeastmissourihospital.com/inTouch/FormGenerator.aspx?form_id=11&site_id=1&page_id=26&major=2&minor=0
Hospice gave me a book this morning called "Gone From My Sight , The Dying Experience." I actually read it. It had big print and only had 12 or 13 pages. It pretty much tells you the symptoms that show when a patient has a couple days to a couple weeks to live. Dads showing all the couple weeks and some of the couple days. I'll leave you with text from the last page of the book.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. An just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
-Henry Van Dyke
Have a good weekend, Don't Worry
