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Feb 10, 2005 13:30

I talked to my mom on the phone for a while last night. She began saying that "nothing was really new" with my dad, but shortly after told me about how he's really weak and suffering. It's too hard to even begin writing, but she said that they needed to send out a final thank you to everyone and that she'd let me know when it was time for me to come home.

Luke--
I'm sorry I made you feel bad with the Dad report tonight but unfortunately that is how things really are and I can't lie to protect you, because we know how this will end. Dad has written me heart-wrenching notes of how he is suffering and wants to die, that he is ready, and I think that he knows best...before he would say he wasn't afraid, just not ready. But you know, I would bet that vital signs are all still A-OK, as ever.
I promise you that I will do my best to take care of him and will include you in any news I feel is important, because he's your Dad, too--and it is very important that we take care of ourselves to be there for him--he has little energy to spare. I hate to think of you there and so distraught--you call whenever you like. In you Dad lives on--just like I said, that he deserved to be reproduced.
Love,
M

I don't want to live anymore. I'm dying too dad... and I want to come with you.
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