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Jul. 23rd, 2007 11:46 pmToday, as we drove highway 101 back into Sequim, I saw the first rays of sunlight I have ever seen in Washington. The clouds broke on the horizon just in time to let in the explosions of pinks from the setting sun. It was literally awe-some.
It has been a hard, strange trip. Some parts so exciting, so much fun, other parts heartbreaking.
Kit's dad says he is ready to go. He says he wants to go before it gets any worse. But there is still sadness in his eyes. He hates the pain. But you can tell he is worried about death. He has been reading the bible a lot and asking questions about it.
It is hard to watch Kit. They have never been a touchy-feely family and don't discuss or deal with emotions. So they just sit in the same room to be together and say "I love you" when one goes to bed.
His dad is getting weaker. He uses the oxygen more and sleeps a lot. He gets tired out easily. Visiters wear him out completely. But he doesn't want to be alone at night anymore. Seeing him sleep is scary. He is all skin and bones. We think he was holding on till Kit and I got here, but now it is getting too much. A friend told him he had to stick around till her birthday in October. His eyes widened and he seemed horrified at the idea of being around that long.
He refers to me as one of his kids now. That makes me smile.
I think it is one of the hardest things in all of life, wanting a loved ones suffering to be done but not wanting to let them go.
It has been a hard, strange trip. Some parts so exciting, so much fun, other parts heartbreaking.
Kit's dad says he is ready to go. He says he wants to go before it gets any worse. But there is still sadness in his eyes. He hates the pain. But you can tell he is worried about death. He has been reading the bible a lot and asking questions about it.
It is hard to watch Kit. They have never been a touchy-feely family and don't discuss or deal with emotions. So they just sit in the same room to be together and say "I love you" when one goes to bed.
His dad is getting weaker. He uses the oxygen more and sleeps a lot. He gets tired out easily. Visiters wear him out completely. But he doesn't want to be alone at night anymore. Seeing him sleep is scary. He is all skin and bones. We think he was holding on till Kit and I got here, but now it is getting too much. A friend told him he had to stick around till her birthday in October. His eyes widened and he seemed horrified at the idea of being around that long.
He refers to me as one of his kids now. That makes me smile.
I think it is one of the hardest things in all of life, wanting a loved ones suffering to be done but not wanting to let them go.
