Looking through some pictures this morning, I saw this one and thought, “Oh, there’s me holding my nephew.”
It’s my Dad holding me.
Dad is dying.
It’s been a long road since April, when he fell at the nursing home and broke his tailbone. Things have gone downhill, and all signs tell us this is the end.
We stopped the IV and antibiotics this morning. But, being Dad, he’ll go when he’s damned good and ready.