I went to see Dad last night and we had a good hour talk. I held his hand and let the tears just flow down my cheeks. Dad said "we have to be true to ourselves, when we want to cry, we cry. When we want to laugh, we laugh" Probably just seeing my tears and holding my hand reminded him of how much he's loved. We talked about death and I told him about a thought I'd had during the day. When a loving father says to his child "I'm taking you on a trip and where it is will be a surprise" children get excited, they don't sit and fret and worry about where Dad is taking them, they get excited! Why? Because they love and trust their father and believe that he would never take them somewhere harmful. If we trust our Father in Heaven then maybe we don't need to be worried or frightened either because we believe He'll never take us anywhere that is harmful. Just a thought, easier said than done! Now, as far as Dad's situation, the doctor said that they were not going to do anything else. He did say it might be possible for Dad to go home for a day visit, we'll have to see. When I left I noticed a picture in the newspaper of a racoon hanging from a steering wheel, I showed it to Dad and he said "I think that's your brothers SUV", my brother had a coon living in his SUV because he hadn't moved it for a long while...that's another story. Dad and I just broke out into laughter together, a nice way to end our visit. Anyway, life goes on.
