After a long, tiring day at work I had a half hour nap and went down to see Dad. The evenings are often empty for him as most visitors come during the day. I try to come later to give him some company in the early evening. Yesterday he pointed to the intervenous solution they are giving him and said "If this stuff is helping to keep me alive, how am I supposed to die? Why don't they just pull the plug on me and let me go" He said "I don't want to be lying here a year from now!" I assured him he wouldn't be around that long. How do you say "you're supposed to be dead by this weekend" Instead I told him to ask his doctor next time he's in. I told him he has the right and the mind set now to ask and to hear what the doctor thinks as far as how long he has. I told him "Your problem is that you're such a tough old bugger you don't know when to die" That made him laugh. I told him that we would all continue to come see him for as long as it takes but I also understood why he'd want the end to come soon. I said "we love you and want to come see you but you're the one who has to lie here for 24 hours a day. I understand why you'd want to end it. We're all with you either way" We had a nice visit and when I left I made sure his transister radio was all set up to listen to the hockey game. It's one day at a time. Luv U Dad!
