Final Days

I haven't felt much like writing, but wanted to post an email I just wrote.

hey everyone, thanks for the sweet emails and texts. like yesterday, my
dad is in and out of consciousness. most of it is due to the morphine
and lorazapram he takes. if he misses a dose, he becomes very anxious
and agitated. We are told that the body shutting down can be painful,
scary and confusing. he wakes up from time to time, makes a joke and
looks at us with his big blue eyes. Most of my time is spent sitting and
holding his hand, climbing into his little hospital bed and listening to
his heart beat or reading to him from my book. greg brought his guitar
down and has been playing. a lot of people are in and out, mostly
friends of my dads who clearly love him very much. it is wonderful to
see how many lives he has touched and how many hearts will feel empty
when he is gone. greg and i are staying as strong as possible and will
camp out at my dad's place until he decides to take his last breath.
although there are many tears, things have been peaceful.