There are just some things you can't put off and death is one of them. No, not mine. My father, who has been very ill with lymphoma for six years, is now terminally ill. I am spending as much time as I can with him, given my full time job and family responsibilities, knowing each time might be the last.
It's a two hour round trip commute, and though I am used to being around and caring for dying patients, it takes on a whole different perspective when it's your own family member. Not to mention the emotional upheaval for my mother, my sisters, my kids, and my nieces and nephews.
Dad and I have always been very close and talked about these things a lot, so my time spent with him is quite peaceful. We go outside when he's able, but most of the time I just sit with him, help him to eat and drink, and do a lot of reading and thinking while he's asleep.
I am meeting hard deadlines, but doing very little else. If I owe you something, please be assured I am working on it when I can and will get it out as soon as possible.
Thanks for all the prayers, support and words of encouragement being sent my way. They mean a lot to me and my family.