We are making a trip to ***** tomorrow. My Stepdad is in a nursing home there. These visits lately are "goodbye" visits because he has emphysema. The nurses are straight with me and never sugarcoat anything. The trip is hard. My sister is coming in from Dallas to make this pilgrimage with us. My Mother was sure she would outlive him but she died in her sleep two years ago.
I hope the family's care of Dad is what she would have wanted.
I think he is ready to go. The nurses say he is starved for oxygen and give him medication to curb the anxiety this causes.
I feel this way when I have an anxiety attack. I hate the idea that he is going through this. But there is nothing I can do. That sucks.
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