I'm doing quite well, Kat. I'm visiting Dad every day and tomorrow I've been invited to church for a luncheon which I'm thinking of attending. Dad's up and walking once per day and the physio people tell me about his determination and sense of humour. We've talked briefly about funeral arrangements and he's told me about the two Ministers he wants to be there but that's about it. I told him I'd like to see his choir there to sing one of his favourite hymns and he'll need to tell us what that would be. I've been thinking about a eulogy and I want to entitle it "Sh!t My Dad Said" and anyone who knows my Dad would not be offended. Today he said "I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to" I'm with you Dad. The other day he said "I'm not a perfect man, I've tried to live a good life. I don't intentionally hurt other people, I try to do what's right but I don't always succeed. Do you know how many times I've said "sh!t" in my life?" He's got a bunch of them. My favourite is on Christmas day, three days after hearing his life was coming to an end and the day after a heart attack, he said to me "I am so blessed" That's a keeper! Thanks for checking in Kat. I'm thinking of going to True Grit tonight but at this rate I'll never make it. Btw, I've now got a Quaker pastor from Indiana praying for Dad. What the heck, I was missing that Quaker ingredient to the mix.
