As my dad, given less than 6 months and had lived 5 years. He lay in bed his last 6 weeks. A time of words and opportunities.
Heart said and felt.
Love shared doing normal things.
When he said “I am lucky but when my mind goes, I’m out of here.”
The last day hard. He could not speak. His eyes said it all.
Words spoke prior
“Quality not Quantity”
Given permission, He was gone.
A blessing, by many gifts.