I got an email from Sister saying the doctors guessed Dad would die early this evening. He hasn't, and I'm not surprised; he is tenacious...
My siblings and close in-laws have been holding vigil when they can. But Dad is in a coma and he's not aware of their presence and they have jobs. And I am hours away. There is little good I could do there, so there isn't much point in driving there. He might not make it until I arrive, or he could live a week.
My understanding of Mom's death was she was aware right to the last moment. It mattered that Dad was right with her all that time. But this is not one of those times.
I have written the obituary. That was singularly weird. I probably won't write another in my entire life. I think it is a good one, but not adequate for his total existence. So I've written a longer post to place here after he dies. Its not like there will be anything new to add in a few days if he lives longer. He;s in a kidney-failure coma after all.
He was a special person to ME because he was my Dad, but he was a pretty unusual person on his own, so he deserves more than just an obituary notice. We weren't identical people (well some Fathers/Sons are, (and they worry me)) but most aren't.
I expect The Call Sunday, but if Dad wants to stay around a few more days, I won't be terribly surprised. He never gave up easy about anything.
I've spent hours tonight unspooling his life as I know it. And its not like he told me everything. But I'll mention the good things I know.
Everyone deserves that!