Hello to Whoever is reading this!
I recently received a couple very kind letters responding to the blog I wrote a few weeks ago about my grandfather Bill. One of the letters was sent to me through e-mail, the other from a kind woman whose response can be found following the my blog: "I am Going To Miss Bill." I liked her turtle-shell metaphor. Kind of sounds like it could be the seed of a song, doesn't it?
Well these letters reminded me that I really should update my blog, especially after writing
the post that I did that night about Bill. Bill passed away only a few days after I wrote that post.
He had not been allowed (or able) to eat any food for many days (about a month, I think) and
it had gotten to the point where his body could not even process the pain pills. He just could not digest them. There is a new Hospice center that just opened up in St. Augustine. My dad called them and they said to bring Bill in. There they put Bill on a morphine drip and he was able to drift away peacefully.
My dad was wonderfully kind and compassionate to him. I wasn't there, but I know that no one
could ask for a better, brighter angel than my dad to be at their side, holding their hand as they make
their journey into the light.
