Just a quick post today:
We're in the last days here, the vigil of waiting and watching and listening while Grampie takes and catches breaths, with long gaps between. We can fill the silences between his breaths with words and memories and and catch ourselves sucking in our own chests while we wait. "The veil is thin now," a hospice volunteer told me last night when she saw him. I could see it myself.
So while we hold our vigil, we are together with those in the room and those around the world who would be with us if they could.
The end of a man's life is as important as the beginning.
God is present, sitting in this room with us.