I of course came as fast as I safely could.
He is having a really bad day. The kind of day that you do not see any light at the end, or more so you don't want that kind of light, you want peace and release from your physical bonds.
He asked me to hold him. I held him and Mom and I told him it's ok to go. We told him how much we love him. I told him how proud I am of his fight. I told him that it was ok to stop fighting. He said he's tired of fighting.
I told him that he's stubborn and everyone who knows me knows where my stubbornness. He laughed about that and said "I'm stubborn!"
He fell into a peaceful sleep. We did get him to eat a bowl of ice cream. I fed it to him and he ate every bite.
He's sleeping again now. He just said he's feeling a little better. He's still tired, but he's responsive.
I love my Dad. I love that I can comfort him.
I hate this disease. I hate watching Parkinson's rob him of so much! I hate not being able to make him better!
But I love and treasure that when he needs it, I can be his strength.
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