We're home, and I feel guilty for being so happy to be here.
Pops really wants to go home. I guess this is the longest he's been away from home in years and years. He was really hoping to be able to go home today. No such luck. He's going by ambulance to a much bigger hospital about 100 miles away for a heart cath tomorrow.
The past week has been surreal. Some events are permanently burned into my memory....
My mom's shaky hand signing Pops' DNR....
Pops telling me that he didn't want an open casket....
My mom, brother, U-J and I sitting and standing around Pops' bed holding hands while he tells us to take care of each other....
Seeing my dad walk down the hall 2 days after the doctors told us he wouldn't make it....
As emotional draining and stressful as this week has been, there has been beauty and love.....lots and lots of love....
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I haven't commented because I'm not quite sure what to say. But I hope things calm down soon, and that Pops's surgery goes well.
I know you and U-J are going through a rough time. I'm so happy to hear that your Pops is doing better. I hope he continues to improve. You've been in my thoughts and prayers.
Me too.
After all you've been through, don't forget about your own health and rest. Staying with someone in the hospital is like getting slowly drained by a spider. After enough time, there's nothing left but the shell.
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