My Papaw was put on comfort care this morning. He’s got 4 days, maybe a week left.
He was lucid when I got there saying, “I sure am glad to see you”. I was glad he was awake enough to know who I was. It won’t be long though. Not at all.
My Dad was there. It was awkward and awful.
I’m so full of emotions I don’t know what to process first. My poor sister is so stressed out with everything and will deliver my niece any day now. I’m worried for her.
My other Grandpa, the one on my Mom’s side, is also dying.
I keep thinking about how 2 deaths and a birth will all happen any day now…and how my life somehow morphed over the last few years into a life where All The Big Events converge into a week. Like there is a bottleneck on my spiritual calendar or whoever is driving the boat wants to see how much they can shove in my throat before I choke.
I haven’t choked yet.
And I won’t.