Funny Guy

My dad’s disease has progressed to the point where treatment isn’t an option and he’s now in hospice care at home. It’s been a super sad and reflective time, but also surprisingly light and full of gratitude. I’m so impressed that this amazing man continues to show us his wit, his strength, and his love.

Yesterday as mom and I were trying to adjust him in his bed- which involves us lifting 180 lbs with a bedsheet- I look over at him and he’s got his hands in a prayer, like, “here we go…dear god, don’t let them drop me.” There was a slight twinkle in his eye.

And on Saturday as mom was trying to give him his medication, he was actively pursing his lips. I lovingly called him a “stubborn piece of shit” and he grinned.

And then when I was helping him change his shirt, I bumped his elbow on the bed rail and he rolled his eyes at me and smiled as if to say, “novice!”

I love that even without many comprehensible words his personality and wit are as fresh and quick as ever.

He knows what’s going on and he is sad at times, but he continues to thank us and express his love. Yesterday he was tapping his chest and I asked him what was going on, and he said “I’m celebrating.” And then the times I’m holding his hand- he does a little bunny nose twitch. I’ve realized that his nose itches but rather than separate from my hand to rub it, he just tries the wiggle.

My favorite thing, though, is how much he still appreciates his food. He’s not eating much but every time we give him something- whether chocolate ice cream or a lemonade- he rolls his eyes and says “wow!” Or “my god!” As if it’s the BEST THING HE’S EVER EATEN. His love, gratitude, and humor put everything in life in perspective.