Hm. Well.
My godfather is sick. Everything is age related. He's 92 and is basically one of the coolest people in the world. His wife died 15 years ago and he still brings flowers to her grave as frequently as he can. His licensed was revoked only this year, and he had to sell his beautiful car. He's been having little heart attacks for about a year. His hearing is shot.When I was little he would take me swimming and buy my ice cream. When my brothers were mean to me, he would chase them away because I was the youngest and only girl. He is very sharp. The last couple of years he's been asking when I'm going to get married and give him more godbabies. His two sons are not on speaking terms, both single and without children.
I went to see him yesterday in the hospital and he was not well. Stable, but not well. He doesn't want to eat, is having trouble staying hydrated, and is working himself into a tizzy about going to an extended care facility. He knows it's best for him and his insurance will pay for it, but he is entirely too independent to be comfortable with one. He asked me again when I'm getting married and told me that if I don't hurry up, he won't be able to make it to the wedding.
My parents say he is missing his wife and will be with her soon.
I went to see him yesterday in the hospital and he was not well. Stable, but not well. He doesn't want to eat, is having trouble staying hydrated, and is working himself into a tizzy about going to an extended care facility. He knows it's best for him and his insurance will pay for it, but he is entirely too independent to be comfortable with one. He asked me again when I'm getting married and told me that if I don't hurry up, he won't be able to make it to the wedding.
My parents say he is missing his wife and will be with her soon.