Waiting and Praying

Dad's lungs are really bad. Yet, he's strong and is hanging in there. I get so scared, because I can't imagine what life is going to be like without him. I know I bitch and moan about not being able to go out and about, because he doesn't like it when I'm not home. (I can go to work, that's fine). I would gladly give another 10 years of being stuck in the house if we could keep him with us, but I know that's not the case. There's nothing worse than watching someone who was so strong be brought down. He's frustrated with himself and I know he can't stand it. My dad is the kind of guy that would be out there cutting wood or doing the shopping if he could. He thrived on work. Now he's stuck in a hospital bed. I hate seeing him this way, but I hate the thought of him not being there. I know we are on borrowed time. We have been since last November. The doctor's had only given him 2 -6 months then. It's October now, so you know he's proven them wrong. God isn't ready for him. I hope he won't be ready for him for awhile. All I know is that I'll never been able to look at cookies again when he's gone. (My dad eats cookies and waffles more than anything...oh and Boost!) One thing I can tell you, there's never enough time. So if you haven't spoken to a parent or grandparent today, call them, and tell them you love them, because one day they might not be there and you'll have to live with those regrets.