We Are Nearing the End

"Be serene in the oneness of things and erroneous views will disappear by themselves." Seng-Ts'an

A lot of caregiving is waiting.  Waiting for the next level of decline, waiting for the infection to respond to antibiotics, waiting for a moment of lucidity.  I know we are nearing the end.  He is out of bed only for some soft food.  He is often not cognizant or lucid.  We are managing his discomfort.  Today a music therapist is going with me to play the harp for him.  I have begun to plan his burial.  Macabre?  I do not think so.  I want him to be remembered for the good man he is, and planning will help ensure that.