Dad is nearing the end and I am at the airport getting ready to fly home and be with family.
I saw him a few weeks ago and he wasn't looking good then. He'd lost weight and had a couple of complications. Apparently he took a severe turn late last week and they're saying it could be days or hours.
I was surprised at how the news has affected me. It's been such a long, long, long time coming -- 10 years, maybe -- that I figured I was pretty much adjusted to the inevitable.
The timing is poignant. A whole circle of life thing with my engagement news.
He's got good care and is at home, thankfully.
I think I'm ready.