It’s storming here on the mountain. Big gushing, sorrowful downpours.

Dad’s condition has worsened. His chest x-rays show worsening of the bacterial pneumonia, and he has not really been conscious since Tuesday morning. The staff are keeping him sedated still, to try to let him regain some strength, but they’ve also added morphine to the mix, to help with any pain he’s feeling.

Kevin came to the hospital today, as did a parade of mom and dad’s friends, many of whom I haven’t seen in a long time. Kevin even went into ICU to visit dad, which is a brave, bold step for him.

Mom and the doctors agreed this morning that if there was no change for the better in 24 hours, they would remove him from the machines keeping him alive. That was dad’s wish, and mom is respecting it. And I agree.

It’s just plain gut-wrenching, though, to see dad lying in bed, with little movement or recognition, and knowing the brilliant, wise man trapped inside that failing body. There are so many things I would like to talk about one more time, but that time has come and gone.

At least I know he’s going home to the Lord, and I’ll meet him there one day.