Yesterday I helped my mom plan my dad's funeral. To be honest, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I felt more like I was talking to a low pressure used car salesperson. They try to up sell you on everything but you only need to say no once.
So the plans have been made and now we wait.

My dad was taken back to the hospital yesterday. I doubt he will live another two weeks. He went downhill quite quickly this weekend, from shopping for a new gazebo with my mom to not being able to swallow. He's ready to go. He's had enough pain. And this Friday will have been 1 month since his diagnosis. Shocking how fast it has gone.

I had hoped that the kids would have had a chance to say goodbye to him before he left. I hadn't planned to bring them to the hospital because I don't want that to be the last thing they remember of their Papa. But they came and got him while I was picking the girls up from school. So we're going to the hospital tonight. I won't bring them again after today but I want (and they both want too) them to have the chance to say goodbye to him. It will be a short visit but they both want to go. I think it will give them the closure they'll need rather than Papa just mysteriously disappearing forever.

This whole thing sucks.