The last turn

Talked to Mom tonight. Found out that Dad has not only not been eating, he has not been drinking anything other than a few ice cubes for two days. He is still lucid, but says little. My oldest sister is there with my Mom, they are pretty much giving him 24 hour care.

The Hospice staff is utterly amazed that he has lasted this long. They expected he would not make it beyond a week when he came home around Thanksgiving. I personally suspect he did not want anyone to associate his death with Christmas, especially his beloved grandchildren. That is the sort of thing he would do.

I plan to visit tomorrow night. My little sister and oldest nephew are coming over from Bend tomorrow, too, though I may be too late to see them. I carry my phone with me constantly now, and have my kit with my feather fan and smudge in the car just in case I am somewhere can't stop at my house before going to Mom's.

I'll let you know what happens.