Today I screwed up my courage and took mom out to see Pop. It went really well. Pop faded in and out and wasn’t very responsive. He joined us for a few seconds, and I grabbed his hand, said that I saw him, I knew he was there, and that I loved him and just stopped in to say hi. He smiled broadly and just held my hand and wouldn’t let go. It was enough. He’s pissed at mom right now for some reason and largely ignored her. I made extra effort to be nice to her and she really seemed to appreciate it.
They have a couple cats at the home and the tiniest, fattest little cat I’d ever seen strolled in and hopped up on the window sill - and sat there. It may be superstition on my part…but my life experience is that when someone gets really sick…cats will move in and stand guard and hold vigil. I petted the little rodent for a bit and then gave his tail half a pull and sent him on his way. I hope he wasn’t on death watch … but even though I love cats… I just felt better with him gone.
This only ends one way…but for awhile…I sat with my father amidst memories of better times.
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