It's almost time.....

It's almost time for my father to die.... He's 84. He collapsed 11 days ago from the effects of a subdural hematoma. So much pressure that his brain had moved 3/4 oh an inch. They drilled a few holes on the right side of his skull to drain and relieve the pressure, fix the bleeder, bring him back to us. He's not the same. He may never be again. The drama has begun. Will he go to a nursing home? Who is able to help? Mom is 80 and barely able to care for herself, let alone Dad. Who will care for the property? Well, actually, I was informed today who is doing that.....whatever. There's only a few items promised to me, I don't care about the rest. Dealing with our dysfunctional family dynamicsis, ummm, well....not pleasant. We all believe we're being the bigger person. We all still suck. Angry over a past that can't be changed, not willing to budge to have a peaceful future. We live our separate lives, not having anything to do with each other. Holiday magic ended 12yrs ago. Birthdays together don't happen, family vacations, never. Yet, we all sit in the waiting room of an ER sharing a few stories with the nurses and doctors about our father, the explorer, the builder, the avid reader, photographer, animal, lover, health nut, poet, stubborn old man, who's believes the government is out to get him. Ill share more stories in the coming days I'm sure