Too Tough to Go Gentle

As if he could ever die, a man who, in his late eighties, was tough enough to rip out a catheter, a feeding tube, and all his IVs.

Yes, Dad's heart has stopped racing and he has beaten the twenty-four estimate. "Two or three more days," the nurse said, but I doubt it. More like two or three more years or two or three more centuries.

Storm Warning

The family gathered at the nursing home yesterday afternoon, and Brother and I will be there again this morning. These are the last twenty-four hours.

Bon voyage, Dad. The storm is coming up the Caddie.