Final Decision

After seeing the way Grandpop responded to the weaning process (is it "weaning" or "weening") we've decided that it is cruel to keep him living. Last night, before we left the hospital we told him it was okay to die and go to heaven and that we will be okay. Then we prayed that God would just take him.

That did not happen.

So, we told the doctors and nurses to give him morphene and remove the life support. He should live for at least 24 hours breathing on his own but his heart is only functioning at 20% of its capacity. We'll see. We are thinking a funeral on Tuesday or Wednesday depending on when God decides to take him from us.

I was able to go to his room this week with a hymnal and sing to him. I paged through and sang about everything I knew and even sang Christmas carols to him. He did open his eyes for me but he did not realize he had done so. It was hard but, though he didn't realize he opened his eyes, I know he heard me.

I think I am ready to sing at his funeral now.