Dad was so near death Wednesday morning, I called my sister and asked her to come. With help from friends we stayed with him all day.
He was restless and hallucinating, calling my name, calling Mom's name, trying to fix the car, trying to find a mechanic. At about 5:00 p.m. his dinner came and I washed his face with cold water, hoping I could get him to eat.
Instead, he fell into a deep sleep: no more tossing and turning, no more hallucinations and talking. Just a deep, deep sleep.
I left to pick up my sister and her husband, who flew into San Jose airport, Wednesday night.
Thursday morning we walked in to the nursing home, not sure what we would find.
Dad in bed, still sleeping?
He wasn't in his room.
He was dressed in his favorite blue sweater, his hair combed, his new glasses sparkling, sitting waiting for breakfast in the dining room. He waved at us a big hello.
This wasn't the final crisis, thank goodness. We've had a reprieve. I plan to sleep around the clock: so if I don't answer the phone, you'll know why.