After talking with Lauren and Kathy, and later Fran (did not realize Fran had tried to call me on Sunday night...my house has been wild with college kids packing up), I decided to head up to Atlanta. My sweet son said he would go with me and drove for me...you know, I'm the emotional one, and yes, I was emotional. Dylan was going to stay next door with Craig and his crew but stood there watching me pack the car and said, "I want to go hug and kiss Papa," so he came along. Caitlin called as we were loading up the car and I told her to come on Monday since she had spent the day moving into her new apartment in Athens. You know how hardheaded this family is....Caitlin was on the road and went straight to Mimi/Gama and Papa's.
When the boys and I got there, Papa was sleeping so I gently touched his shoulder and kissed his forehead. He opened his eyes when I said, "I love you," and he said it back...his energy level is minimal. He then reached over to give Brandon and then Dylan a hug, but went straight back to sleep. Mom and Kate (Hospice caregiver) were trying to each pour water into Dad's mouth. I took the cup and asked Mom for a straw and was able to drop about 3 tsp. of water slowly into his mouth. It sounds like when he swallows it's going straight to his lungs. I sat with him and found myself listening for every breath...for the most part, I believe he's resting comfortably.
I was so hoping he'd make it to his 82nd birthday...you know how he thought he wouldn't make it past 40-something...(and I know that is being selfish on my part)...this is not the life he wanted to live.
We are on our way back down to their house now so I'll write more when I see how he is today. I love you all!
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