When I arrived at Dads house this morning Dad was up taking care of business. Dad is weak and not moving well. It is impossible for him to get in and out of the bed on his own. Natalie and I helped him back to bed after the paperwork was complete. The activity caused his breathing rate to become elevated.
Once back to be his breathing was elevated for some time. He was breathing line I do what I and hiking up a steep hill. I opened the window to get some cool air in the room as it felt warm. It looked like Dad was in pain so I helped Natalie give him some pain medicine. It went in better this time and was quicker for us to do. The medicine did not cause Dad to zone out, but he looked more relaxed.
During the whole time I was there this morning Dad really did not say anything. I asked him if it was difficult to talk because of his breathing and he nodded yes. Natalie said that he did not say much yesterday as well. Perhaps it just plain hurts to talk.
Today Dad reminded me of my mother in law that just passed away last November. In the last weeks of her life she stopped talking as well. She would point, nod and make a grunting sound to communicate. She could hear, but just had too much difficulty talking. This was a reminder that Dads days on this earth are sort.
