Soon Dad will be moved from intensive care to a regular private room. He will be taken off all monitors as well as some of his meds. His color is good, and he is peaceful, breathing well. Dad remains in a dream-like state, lingering between life and death, but he is less restless and more calm…
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Update on Dad
My husband spent the night in the intensive care unit with dad while mom and my sister-in-law went home to catch some sleep. Dad slept through the night, but he had another bad spell again at 5 AM with difficulty breathing. He needed deep suctioning. He is resting peacefully now. There is no change other than…
Taking Refuge
For those of you looking for a recent update on dad, please read my last post below, “Dad’s Last Hour.” We were summoned to the hospital this morning for what we thought to be Dad’s last moments. Before we got there, he had rallied somewhat and stabilized. Then after a time of family consultation and prayer, we…
Dad’s ‘Last Hour’
There is no change in Dad’s condition. He remains in a vegetative, non-responsive state. From time to time, he runs a fever and his breathing and pulse are labored. They say he is not in pain. We must just wait and pray. My husband had some thoughts to contribute today to my blog as we journey…
‘The Music of His Feet’: More Thoughts on Dad
Cats are stealth. They creep around the house without a sound and sneak up on you–without warning. For some reason, our old Siamese cat, “Promise”–whom we buried in Budapest, Hungary, a few years ago–could be heard walking across the kitchen floor, if you had ears to hear it. It was the kind of soft padding…
First Glow of Hanukkah
We lit the first candles of Hanukkah: the Shamash or the servant candle and the first candle of the eight nights. Then we played a game. The white-haired man in the middle lost the game. He lost really bad. Notice how unhappy he looks! He doesn’t like to lose. Nope not at all. Neither…
Leaning on the Stars
Leaning on the Stars Writers are strange creatures. Who can explain the impulse to write or tell when it will come–or worse–when it will go? We are leaving for the airport in about 20 minutes, and this poem came to my mind. It would be so easy to skip this trip, to enjoy the first of the holidays…
Outraged After Thanksgiving!
Yesterday our daughter had to work. She is the hostess at a cute, little restaurant nearby. Wayne and I decided to see a movie. After making a selection, we picked a cinema close to us. We had heard this movie would be sold out, so we went early to purchase our tickets. We had about…
haiku: alone tonight
********************* Daughter off to work, and Daddy upstairs asleep, just Mama and tree. *********************
Sweet Memories Linger…
Family and friends gathered around 1:30 PM. We ate about an hour later. I can’t take credit for the incredible meal. Everyone brought two or three dishes. It delivered. One unique thing I served this year was both smoked and herbed turkey, old fashioned cornbread dressing and smoked oyster dressing. These were a nice twist…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 