How long now?
I was surprised when they called to put Dad into hospice, how unprepared I was. I know this train goes one way. It is just a matter of how fast the train arrives at the final station. I did not see my Dad for two weeks, as we spent time at the family beach condo with our kids and grandson.
Long story - my Mom bought it from the proceeds of land she sold that she and her siblings inherited from my grandfather, so it has a really great family legacy that spans decades. Dad threatened to sell it, but I would never let him. My wife and I are now the caretakers.
I saw Dad last Sunday, and he did not recognize me. Saw him two days later for a few minutes. He was "eating" dinner in the main room. As I rose to leave, the CNA called me back as my Dad was crying. First time I had seen him cry like this - I stayed a bit longer. It felt like some sort of emotional goodbye. Came back two days later (Dad's MC is 10 minutes from my house, 3 miles away). He was again up, looking rough. But he immediately recognized me as his son. Again, I stayed briefly, hugging him and just checking on him. Yesterday, my wife and I stopped by, and Dad was again up in the main room. It became apparent he did not know who we were, and he eventually rolled away from us.
The hospice nurses are checking on him. They give updates and continue to flex his meds. I pulled his pant legs, and his calf muscles are almost non-existent. I was told 2 to 6 weeks, with this Tuesday being the 2-week mark. I have made myself busy by revisiting his estate, which is going to be complex. So many pieces to get ironed out. But mainly I wait - feels weird. I think I am emotionally ready for him to die