Just Sitting

Wow.

I just sit.
And think.
And remember.
And pray.
And wish.
And feel.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. The hours I sat at dad's bedside this afternoon, he was resting comfortably. Unlike last night when his breathing was labored and he seemed unsettled. So thankful for moments like today when he isn't agitated.

2. I'm thankful for George, dad's roommate. He's keeping an eye on him when we're not around. Don't know why that's comforting, but it is.

3. I'm thankful for friends who are praying us through this.

Shalom,


(In case you're wanting a dad update, the effects of the stroke/Parkinson's have made swallowing impossible. He's also got pneumonia, so his breathing is irregular. In order to keep him as comfortable as possible, he is on an IV drip and also receiving some mild pain meds. He seems to recognize those who visit him, and communicates mostly with his eyes and nodding or shaking his head. Thanks to the three Johns who came to visit him today.)