Its quiet here.
I'm in the family room at Whidbey General hospital typing away.
Tonight, Papa is being transported home to his apartment (I think he wants me to ride in the ambulance with him). They call it hospice. Staying home, with your family as you wait for God call to you home. For Pa that's heaven.
Right now we're not sure how long that will last- but we're grateful to have him with us.
Thank you father God for the next hours, days, weeks, or months.
Peace and loves.