a quick trip to the cape

I speak to my mom on Monday night, and it is clear my dad’s health is failing.  Valerie and I drive up yesterday to see him.

My poor father.  He is home now, but barely aware of his surroundings.  He has lived a long 90 years and his body is telling him it’s time to go.  I don’t think it will be very long.

My mom has the support of an incredible team from hospice, my sister Jean who is there often, wonderful neighbors who can’t do enough, and the amazing Maria — a home health care aid who is energetic, loving, smart, and knowledgeable.  My dad is in the best of hands. 

Valerie and I drive back today, but not before kissing my father good-bye.