I've had it.
My father is slowly dying. I spend the nights with him at
the hospital. At times I drift off to sleep only to wake
and find him thrashing his arms in the air, or pulling off
his oxygen mask. Sometimes he has a wild and confused look
on his face. Sometimes he smiles softly at me while I
comfort him and hold his hand.
Today he told my sister Kim 'I've had it, I'm tired of
lving like this'. Then he said 'take care of your mother
Tonight was my night to sleep at home while my brother-in-
law Andy spent the night with him. I think I'll spend
another night in the hospital.