I spent this evening singing Christmas carols.
With my siblings.
For my father.
In Room 23.
Hope the other patients didn’t mind.
Watching him slip away, cancer being overtaken by pneumonia.
The hours slip away while we watch and wait. Yesterday his eyes were open.
Today they are closed.
We switch to the songs he sang with us as children.
And then that single lonely tear.
He is still in there.
Breath more labored by the hour.
We have another song or two to sing.
Tomorrow starts in-patient hospice.
Pray for Cal.
(This didn’t get posted until today. The above was written the evening of December 17th. My father passed away December 18th around 1:00 in the morning. He will be HOME for Christmas.)