hospice

This time last year started a string of deaths in my small world. I became numb to the phone calls where the news was bleak.

Currently, it’s almost as if the universe has taken a 180. People are having babies left and right. It’s a pleasant turn….trust me.

I got here to hospice in Cincinnati on Tuesday. When I came, my dad was not entirely incoherent. We had a 20 second conversation.



--I'm here dad, I've come back to see you.

--I'm glad you came back, thomas.

--I'm glad to be here.

--Thank you for coming.

--I want you to know I love you, Daddy.

--I love you too Thomas.

Some states will throw out your ballot if you die before the votes are counted:

Cancer takes life of revered educator

My dad is dying. He is in hospice, and I will be going up there again tomorrow to see him. According to my mom and the nurses there, he looks like he's only going to be alive for another couple of days.

I'm in Cincinnati OH at a hospice that looks like a non-descript office park. My dad is chatting it up with the nurse.



He's not attached to anything but oxygen. No monitors or fluids or anything. That should please him.

Lintilla and I have always personalized our marriage - meaning we treat it as if it were a person.  And, in a way, it is.  That is, our marriage is MUCH stronger, more resilient,  and interesting than just the sum of us.  It’s hard to explain, but I believe that other long-marrieds understand what I’m talking about.

Sen. Hillary Clinton: Thank you very, very much. Well, this isn’t exactly the party I’d planned, but I sure like the company.