i went to SF to see my grandfather, who had a stroke...i went because the doctors say he was probably not going to "make it." i got there in time to see him one last time. spent a little over an hour with him, talked to him, was struck by how lonely it was in that ICU room....people visiting, yet no one really was THERE with him. i suppose people have a hard time facing death, not knowing what to do, how to respond, etc. my therapist mode kicked in and i felt like i needed our interaction to have some sort of meaning.
after seeing him, i prayed that God would be merciful and take him quickly. he died the next morning. i was thankful i got to spend some last moments with him.
On my way to Oz
15 years ago
