Yesterday was a day of rest. My Dad did a lot of sleeping. He had moments of being awake and then would fall right back to sleep. When I visited him yesterday, he had been asleep for a while. When he had a moment of wakefulness, I made my presence known, and he smiled at me and said, "You're here". That made me smile.
Dad's moments of awake consist of moving around a little in bed, saying things that only come out in a mumble, and, on occasion, having something to say that's pretty clear.
Yesterday's clear moment was him asking me, "What time do the Giants play?" To that, I answered, "They play at 7:10, and guess who they're playing?" Dad's still a pretty quick thinker, as he replied, "Dodgers!" I laughed and said, "You're right!"
Another time that he woke up, I asked him if he'd like me to read the letter that we got from Austin today. He nodded his head yes. I started reading and got almost halfway done, and he indicated that he was done listening. I think small, quick conversations are all he can handle right now.
He can answer us with a " yes " or " no " when we ask him simple questions, which is good.
Today, his hospice nurse will visit him, so I will do another post tonight with an update of the day and that visit.
I think it's finally my Dad's time to rest. He needs it. He's had a long time of sleepless nights over the past few years, especially the last few months. I believe he was in a lot more pain than he let on or would admit. I'm glad that we have the medication to help him with his pain, and that his body is finally allowing him to rest.
Until tonight.
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