April 2010
7 posts
Mom: These days, I keep getting an urge to clean out your father's closet. Give away his clothes. Throw away things he doesn't use anymore. Get ready.
Me: Get ready?
Mom: I keep getting this urge to start getting ready.
fear.
It’s not that I am afraid of death. I’m just afraid of, well, void. Tell me, what happens when I need to ask you a question and you’re not there? You’re not there when you always always were. What happens when I can’t help fulfill dreams you’ve waited a lifetime to reach: walking me down the aisle (we practiced our father-daughter dance since I was six), playing...
update II: soup&tea
Haven’t heard coughing yet. I think I’ll give him another cup of tea before bed.
update: soup&tea
Dad slurped down a bowl of carrot ginger soup with a slice of whole wheat bread an hour ago. He topped the snack off with an 8 oz. cup of hot tea. Coughing has lessened considerably. He’s just hanging out at the moment, completely immersed in Korean dramas. He’s content.
We’ll see how he feels later this evening.
shopping list.
I was surfing the web this morning, in search of simple remedies for some seriously sticky situations like Dad’s mucus buildup. I swear he coughs up a gallon of sputum a day. I found this page to be quite helpful, although there were a few contradicting elements that left me scratching my head (i.e. warm soups and teas were recommended on the site, but we were told elsewhere that Dad should...
Mom: Your dad almost died last night.
Me: He did? How??
Mom: He was choking on his own mucus.