My God, did I have a conversation with the old man last night.
Listen, he's a man who has lived a very full life, with major tragedy and major success. He has some pride. But he is now 91. Any 91 y/o is near the end of his life...and we had a real discussion about that.
I am not going to let my Dad go to the assisted living section of his retirement community (the step before nursing care) and I am certainly not going to let him go into Hospice when the time comes. I live a few miles away and what else is a son for? I told him, with some force, that when the time comes I will move in and do all the fucking awful shit for him that I witnessed him do for my Mom when she was at the end.
Now he has been telling me he is about to die for like 4 years now. So much so that I make a joke of it. I say things to him like, "Don't die" and "Hey Dad, I've grown accustomed to having a father and I'd like that to continue". But I can finally see it coming. He has told me seriously that he is very close to not being able to walk anymore and I believe him now. He has also told me that he won't make another year and I believe him. Hopefully we are both wrong but I don't think so. I try to pump him up like at the start of an Eagles game, I tell him that while his body may be giving out, he can fend off death with a positive attitude and will to live.
But back to point, the time is rapidly approaching where I will need to full-time move in with my Dad. I currently spend about 4 days of the week living at his place to help him out and that will have to move to 7 days soon. I told him that I will be there any time I'm not at work. He tells me he wants to sleep all the time. So I figure for the 8 or 10 hours I'm at work he can stay in bed and then the rest of the day and night I will be there to clean him up and help him live. He is only like 150lbs...I can pick that weight up and carry it to the bathroom and things like that. And I'm pretty sure 8-10 hours per day in bed is not enough to cause bed sores or stuff like that.
So that is going to be my life pretty soon, and I'm happy to do it. I was really lucky to be born to such a nice, good, pillar of a man and this is the least I could do to slightly pay him back for all he has done for me over the years.
Fuck man, I'm going to cry now. I love my Dad so much and I like the idea of being with him all the time but it's fucking awful to come to terms with this. Living in a world without Hendrik a phone call or a quick drive away for a hug and chat is going to be fucking awful.
There I go again, pouring my heart out all over DRC. Fuck me.