Wednesday night, I stayed by his side as late as I could...waiting for a sign. They had taken him off oxygen and he was breathing...well, snoring actually, all on his own. He could grip my hand when I spoke to him, so I knew he was listening...but no noise, no eyes, nothing. Later that evening, I looked up and caught a glimpse of his eyes...about as much as you could see if someone was squinting at you....but I could see them, and with tears in my own eyes, I said "Hey Sunshine! How ya doin??" A tear rolled out of his left eye, and I lost it.
I told him that I wish I could take this from him, and trade him spots....and his right hand (which had not seen much movement) lifted up off his belly and across his left side to me...as if to touch my face. I met him half way, and whispered "I know Dad, I love you too". It was an amazing night. I found new energy and stayed with him till his eyes shut again and he went back into a deep sleep. I asked him before his went to sleep to try and show my mom some good signs the next morning.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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