In between this all, many many phone calls to my Dad to see how he is doing. I can't visit him while I am sick for fear of passing on germs. I think once next week is done and dusted we might rent a holiday house at the Sunshine Coast for a week so we can visit him each day. He doesn't have much energy so short regular visits might work better for him.
I still can't get my head around what is happening to him. And then I start thinking about what he is going through and I feel guilty for feeling my feelings. Oh what a wicked web we weave for ourselves.
Throughout these past weeks I've been on the receiving end of some warm and giving gestures. People that I didn't expect it from either, which made it all the more special.
If you can find it in your heart to pray for my Dad, I would be ever so thankful. His name is Gary and he would love for you to pray for his remaining time here with us be as pain free as possible. Also for him to be able to walk a little longer, for him to be able to take his daily walks that he loved so much. To have the energy to play his guitar too, another of his hobbies.