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Jack slept til almost 0900. Our hospice nurse said this would happen. Eat less sleep more. Struggle to understand him now but we get it eventually, sometimes after 5 or six repeats. He never gets upset, or loses patience with us, just repeats it until we figure it out. He called me to his side and it took three tries to figure out he was saying I love you to me. Take him if you must Lord but let the kid speak. Amazingly I was making breakfast yesterday and clearly heard Dad three times. Thought it was a movie on one of the other kid’s computers at first. Ran to him and he told me he was worried about his baby sister who had managed to stand up in her high chair. Got a pic of her in the chair and him watching her from his bed in the living room. He nods majestically now when I show him his poker hand. He is our little God Pigeon from Goodfeathers. We picked out what we will dress him in. We prop him up with pillows and blankets at the table and in bed. What am I going to do without him. Sweetest smartest funniest toughest of our bunch. His older brother was shaking last night with anger and grief. Told him how so sorry I am I could not save his brother and he should not have to go through this. He told me he would take Jacks place without hesitation and that he hadn’t been a good older brother. Consoled him as best I could. When I break down he is the first to come wrap his arms around me and tell me it’s gonna be alright, because God told him. If it wasn’t for him not sure I could continue forward in this horror. When he talks to me and I look in his beautiful dreamy eyes I break down. How does anyone do this. He wants to go outside now so putting him in his wheelchair to go sit at the picnic table.