Day 8 with Dad (Wednesday, April 24, 2013)
We are growing wearier from our vigil in that small room. Uncle told me I missed out on the harpist who came in and played for Dad earlier today, he said it was really beautiful. I was glad for that.
We take breaks, we eat, we hydrate, but none of it seems enough. We can’t hold out for much longer. My uncle said I might just be in this for the long haul. I nodded in agreement and said, “That very well could be.”
We’re already all so beyond exhaustion…