My dad is dying. He has been dying for several months now....my husband tells me that's where my stubbornness comes from! We've been called to his side twice now, thinking that the end was imminent. But he rallies and is up and about the next day. He is amazing all of us. Yesterday was his 79th birthday and the kids and I went to visit. I haven't seen him in over a week because of my son's hospitalization and then the stomach flu going through the house. I walked in and he was making out a couple of bills. My heart ached because his eyes are growing so dim. His face was nearly touching the checkbook in order to see. We all sat at the table with him while he finished. He talked about the visit with the hospice nurse earlier in the day. He acknowledged that his systems are just shutting down. He told me he is going to do his best to make it to next Tuesday for our Christmas party with my brother and his family who are coming up for a visit but that he isn't sure he'll be able to. It was so hard. I talked, thinking that I needed to memorize everything I could about him--his voice, his wrinkles, his whiskers, his eyes..... Then I noticed the address on one of the envelopes: The American Diabetes Association. He doesn't have diabetes. One of the last things he is worried about taking care of in this life is giving money in honor of my son. I'm bawling as I type this. Thanks for letting me share here. Nobody in my real life would understand.