Dad's voice has grown weaker over the last few days. Today I talked to him for a few minutes before work and he was so frail had such a weak voice, it was just a load broken whisper. Dad is a man who could move a fridge up a flight of stairs by himself when he was in his mid 70s and now at 82 he has trouble putting a pillow under his head. How can that be? How can things change so fast?
If he was a weaker man he might be gone already. My heart keeps making excuses but my head tells me dad does not have much time left. I selfishly want to keep him with me at all costs but his life is so limited now, that is unfair thinking. He can still walk a bit with a walker and eat and talk a bit but most of what he was, is gone now, never to return. Dad is not in pain which is a great thing, modern medicine has saved him from experiencing that but most everything else he loved he has lost the ability to do.
Next week I am off work, it might be my last week with my father.