Friday, October 30, 2009


I hate my blog to be all "woe is me"...but I don't really have anywhere else to go.

My dad is dying. I don't know this just because he's sick and his disease has gotten progressively worse since the summer and that he's been in the hospital for weeks now and he's not responding to physical therapy and isn't a candidate for pulmonary rehabilitation or any of that physical shit.

I know he's dying because my mother told me that a visiting priest at the hospital had visited him before his surgery and they chatted for awhile. My dad was verbose. He was spewing old stories from his days in the Navy. He told my mom that he enjoyed the man's company and conversation.

It's sad when you know someone is dying because their behavior has changed, because they are finally talking to people for once in their life. Why is it he went his entire life barely speaking a word and now that it's almost over, he's telling stories and expressing appreciation?