Thursday, November 25, 2010

Struggle street

Twice in the last two weeks, he has not wanted to get out of bed when I arrive. I succumbed on Tuesday, and we talked about when he dies. He doesn't want me to walk in and find the room empty. I assured him that would not happen, that I would be sitting right where I was as he died. This comforted him, to some extent.

He asked me if he would know, and I said probably not. I told him I would not be sad, because I know dying is what he wants. I can be loose with the truth when necessary. He thinks it tough to be in 'here' without his family round. How does one tell him, one reaps what one sows?


zmkc said...


freefalling said...

Poor old fella.

Joan Elizabeth said...

I remember having similar stilted conversations with my Dad but he was hoping so much to hang on when his body was telling him otherwise. It is a sad but precious time.