I’ve heard much about the blessings of hospice care, but I hadn’t seen it firsthand until now. After four years of illness, my father has decided he’s fought long enough and has chosen hospice care for the endgame.
We visited him Saturday, and he looked and sounded better than he has in a long, long time. He was alert, his talking was clear, and he was smiling the whole time. He’s made his decision and is at peace.
Now we wait for nature to take its course. It could be weeks or months.
I’ve decided to spend a couple days a week working from his bedside. I see no reason to put my work aside, and he would frown upon it. Since I spent much of my childhood hanging around him as he worked, the turnabout seems appropriate.
And while I’m there, I’m going to ask him for stories about the past. I was there for 45 years of it, but I want his unfiltered perspective. I also think he’ll enjoy it.
This is going to be an interesting adventure.