This could be me....

I'm sitting across from Dad at the dining room table. He's hooked up to his feeding tube and one of seven cans he's to get today. He's nodding off, drifting in and out of sleep. l can't image that this is what he would want of his life. He's slumped in his chair, unable to look after himself. He realizes that he must depend on other's for his well being. He's not the man or father that I once knew and admired. That man left this world October 2005. I can't believe it's been that long since that day. If Dad gets into a nursing home it will have been 2 years in total. At least I'll know that he's safe. And I won't have to worry so much about Mom.



Life really changes in a split second.

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