As I stared out of my dad’s hospital room window yesterday, I considered the dismal view of an asphalt rooftop and all the ugly but necessary stuff you’d expect to find there – such as air conditioning units. The view matched my mood.
But then my eyes were drawn past the immediate ugly view to what lay beyond. I saw green trees and destinations. We all have destinations. Some are fun and some are not. These two signs are ironic. Staring at me was a destination for fun – the Lake of the Ozarks and next to it a destination for day to day life – Business 50.
We all are faced with decisions every day of our lives and those decisions take us to a destination. My dad spent his life making decisions – some of them very difficult. And I know he always tried to make the right decisions. He is now facing his final destination. I know in my heart that his final destination is going to be one of happiness with God.
We moved dad to the “Palatable Care Unit” of the hospital this morning. We are no longer going to torture him with blood tests, brain scans, tummy scans, blood pressure checks… We are going to be with him, love him, and make sure he is in no pain.
I will have to admit it, I am incredibly weary - and I am glad I am. I know we are all doing all that we can and when God finally takes him, there will be no regrets.
Thank you everyone for all of your kind words, prayers, and support. It means more than you can know.
And Jewelz you are one special daughter. Thank you for your posts about Grandpa and for the most recent one about me. Once again, I shed tears. Love you hun.Someday soon I will find the time and energy to comment on blogs again. In the meantime – THANK YOU!