A few months ago I would have thought such words belonged on a silly greeting card and today I cannot believe how profound they are.
On Thursday I get a call that my dad's vital signs are weak and that the end is very near. I rush to his house and he weakly says goodbye to me and I tell him how much I love him. As it turns out, it was due to dehydration and when he got the proper fluids, when the GP visited by 8:00 she told him that he was still very strong and have to be around for some more time. How much is a mystery as they admitted they all thought he would be dead 5 - 7 months ago. On Friday night he enjoyed a nice prime rib and potatoes that he called exquisite and then stayed up until 4:00 am watching a movie with my sister and wacky cousin. They joked and laughed all night. He is now in a hospice but even then, we were able to laugh and joke because this move was about getting bath and proper care and not about dying. So each day is a miracle.