The storm passed through in the night and I didn’t even notice. I woke up this morning and the light in Dad’s room was on. He was sitting up reading his devotions as he used to do. He hasn’t been able to sit up on his own for a while.
“Dad?” I walked over and he looked up at me.
“I’m not dying! This is exactly what I was afraid of.”
“Well, you have a little energy. This is a good thing.”
“I swung my legs around and sat up.”
“But I told Dr. Tschopp I was dying.”
“Well Dad, it’s true, we all are.”
“But I told her I need hospice.”
“That’s good. I think we do.”
“Joanie’s coming home. I’m supposed to be dying.”
“You’re hardly eating. You don’t have much strength. I think we do need Hospice and it’s great Joanie is coming. She wants to see you. I guess God’s giving you a little extra time to get your heart right. If that takes ten years…well, what can I say?”
The doctor called then and we talked through a few things. By the time I hung up the phone he was back asleep. Do you think he’d notice if I make a single serving of Cream of Wheat…?