Thankfully, as I'd hoped and prayed, the breathing tube came out this morning, before I saw him. That was pure mercy.
My Dad doesnt' have a tooth in his head, complete dentures, which are out, and so the tube taped down to his mouth looked and was extra torture.
The first thing he asked me was when I am leaving. I am torn about what to do. I really want to be in Houston to mourn with my church community for my friend Sarah. But I don't want my father to be alone.
I want to do the right thing, and I also want to like myself in this situation. I don't want to regret.
The nurse said that there is a chance he could get into a regular room today or tomorrow morning. Once he is out of ICU I will feel better about having to leave.
We spent about 30 minutes looking at pictures of Sydney. He loved it. He hasn't seen her since she was about a year and a half old so he thinks she's changed alot.
He talked to me about his father a little bit. I brought it up. I told him that when I was in Moldova several people told me that I look Moldovan- and my father's family, dark eyes, hair, olive skin, definitely don't look Ukrainian like he thinks they are.
I would love to do some genealogy research and find out.
My dad said "You know my father wasn't a good person."
"Why?" I said.
"Because he left a wife and 4 children!" he exclaimed.
Oh, the irony.
More later.
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