Yet he had been doing fine, so much so that when discussing the need for kids to rush to his side yesterday morning, my Mom declared, “He’s not going to die today”.
Apparently, God had other plans.
He had been admitted to the hospital Friday night with symptoms of pneumonia. When my Mom and sister went to visit yesterday morning, he was having trouble breathing, and his blood pressure was dropping.
My Mom whispered in his ear, “We love you, I love you, and it’s OK to go”.
He took one more breath, and then passed away.
I’m going to take a few days off, and be back Friday.