Well, I knew Dad didn't have six months. He may not even have six days now. Things have just degenerated rapidly.
Please forgive me for making this Colleen's Depressing Blog About Her Dad Dying. There is just nothing in my world right now aside from this. Dan has taken over as Super Dad, making us wonderful breakfasts and trying to comfort and entertain me. I take the wrong exits on the freeway. I buy the wrong things at the store. I eat without noticing what's going in my mouth. My uncles and aunts (and some cousins) came down today to say their goodbyes. Uncle Alan can't bring himself to do it, he watched Aunt Marilyn die this way and can't handle seeing my Dad that way, too. But as these kinds of deaths go, I think this is as good as it can be. We are blessed with a loving and tight-knit family.
The funeral. Dad wants to be cremated, so there's no pressure to have the funeral right away. We're not sure where to have the funeral - it won't be at the church; long story. If you would like to come to the funeral, please email me or message me on Facebook with your phone # and I will let you know when the date is set.
Cremation. by Robinson Jeffers.
It nearly cancels my fear of death, my dearest said,
When I think of cremation. To rot in the earth
Is a loathsome end, but to roar up in flame -
besides, I am used to it,
I have flamed with love or fury so often in my life,
No wonder my body is tired, no wonder it is dying.
We had great joy of my body. Scatter the ashes.