Without saying this in so many words.....I will be direct. There is no easy way. There are no words to make this ok. My dad is terminal. Period. There isn't anything more to do for him. We are devoting our time, love, attention, stories, laughs around his bedside and holding his hand at every opportunity we have. We are telling him how much we love him and showing him every second we can. No one knows how much time my dad has here with us....that is all in God's timing. I am not sad for dad. He is going to be one wonderful guardian angel for my kids. I know this. I just hate that my kids will not grow up knowing their grandpa. I am glad I have the pictures I do and the many stories to pass on to them. I am not mad at God. I do wonder why us, though. I am sure everyone in this position does.
I ask for prayers. Prayers that Dad will remain comfortable. Prayers that Mom will be at peace. Prayers that my brother and I can sort through all this in our minds and accept the truth. Prayers that I will be able to explain this all to Ellie. Prayers that things work out how they are supposed to. Prayers that I will stay strong for my mom. Prayers that my plan does not get in the way of God's. Prayers that I can cherish each moment I have with my dad. Prayers that God will cover our family with grace. Prayers that we are able to show my dad how incredibly lucky we are to be able to call him our dad. Prayers.....Prayers......and more Prayers...... I will keep you updated. We love you all.