My Dad is a consummate documentarian. This has always been part of his artistic expression. His photo albums, since his teenage years, are detailed accounts of his life and adventures.
I promised him to keep taking photos during this final chapter. Dad is winding down now. Dad’s breathing continues, slow, deep, intermittent. He is surrounded by love.
I spent a quiet evening by myself with Dad last night, cleaning his room, reading a Swedish children’s book to him and, as he asked, taking photos. I get it. It feels empowering to strip away the filter of fear and truly SEE the beauty of the journey.
See also:
Healing sock monkey watching over Dad
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My sister, who as a nurse has been with many during their final chapter, has always told me it is a gift to be with someone, particularly (of course) someone you love, as they transition from this life.
I am awed by your courageousness, and your father’s. And humbled by being brought into your journey.
As always, my heart is with you and if there is anything you need…..
….please ask.
Love you so much, Laura. <3