When I spoke with him on Feb 19th, he was basically saying his goodbyes. He knew things weren’t good and he wasn’t sure if he’d make it through the weekend. I’d never heard him talk that way. After speaking with Damian, we thought it might be a good idea for me to go and visit him. He sounded better Thursday and I was still considering taking the trip. I started to overthink it, where do I stay, do I visit everyone in the family (they all live far apart), or do I trust that he’ll be fine? He always pulls through.
I’ll continue to pray that he pulls through this, but if he doesn’t, at least I have comfort knowing that he was ready for whatever God’s plans were.
I love you, Daddy.