We took ‘West Side Story’ on its first move – destination Omaha, Nebraska. Once it was over and done, we were supposed to wait with the show while it played there all week. Instead, we chose to drive the 380 miles over to see Dad in Winona, MN. We will head back on the weekend and take the same show out to San Francisco.
Dad and Gerry made the tough decision last weekend, after he ended up in the hospital, to begin hospice care for Dad’s last days. Although he surely must have had this lung cancer for some time, we weren’t made aware of it until he was diagnosed in August. The doctor told us at that time he estimated Dad had six months to two years of life left. I thought at the time he said it that the doctor was being generous. Dad’s health is now failing quickly and so we’ve spent the week here in Winona first setting up their house with a hospital bed and oxygen in the living room, then doing anything or everything we could to make sure he’s comfortable now that he’s back home. Thankfully he isn’t having insufferable pain but not being able to breathe is just a different kind of pain… and painful for us to watch as well. My father's days are numbered and his heavenly mansion is getting the finishing touches put on.
“And they that turn many to righteousness (shall shine) as the stars forever and ever.” Daniel 12:3