Time for the Dying

For those of you who follow my blog, you have noted that my posts have been few as of late. As I write this post, my Dad is dying. He is not expected to live for more than a few more days, if that. His system is shutting down organ by organ and our family is taking around the clock shifts to sit with him in these final moments. I'm existing on little sleep, but I love my Dad and feel it is an honor to be by his side in these dying moments.

I have cried more tears in these past few days than any other time I can remember. My heart aches and mourns as I watch this once strong man succumb to bone cancer. I pray that God takes him soon as I can't bear to see him in this state.

For those of you who have never suffered the loss of a parent, it's indescribable at any age. Helping my Mom pick out funeral clothes for my Dad's burial, sorting through a lifetime of photos for the funeral story boards, witnessing my Mom's pain at losing a man she's been married to for 56 years.... it's heart wrenching, but all part of the dying process.

My staff is working diligently to keep orders going out on a timely basis. They have been going above and beyond in helping me through this past week. So, if your phone calls are not returned promptly, or emails not answered immediately, please bear with me. I need this time to be with my family and to mourn the impending loss of a great man.