Meeting my sisters at dad's today with Hospice.
Picked out an urn yesterday.
Feeling.... ?
Not sure how I am feeling, like I have to be strong and get through but weak.
Hoping, wishing his sister comes in spirit to greet him.
Just dont want to see him like this- wish i could avoid the whole thing...
Feeling cranky.
Wanting to be alone...
Update: The meeting with Hospice was a joke. They kept asking my
sister questions
The answers she gave them were ill-informed...
he is bed-bound and dying!!!!!
I just sat there astounded.
Only one spark in this is that a new baby will be arriving soon....
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