I owe this to Dad,
I was with him at the hospice facility, watching him fade in and out because of the pain meds he was on. All day his eyes rolled back in his head as I tried to talk to him. I was losing hope, because he hadn't eaten in 10 days and I had to beg him to drink water. A nurse brought him a modest supper of tomato soup, a 1/4 sandwich, 2 soda crackers and a bowl of orange sherbet. He perked up. I joked that he should start with the sherbet. He took a bite. Then another. He then scooped up a spoonful of soup. I worried about what would happen because he had trouble finding his mouth with the straw of his sippie cup, but he skillfully found his mouth with the spoon time and time again until the soup was gone. He ate everything on his plate. He told me it was the best meal he ever had. Then he said time seemed to be going backwards, and that he felt happy. After that, the nurses came in to clean him up, so I went into the other room. When they left his room, I went in to find dad asleep. I left. I went into his room the next day to find him in a coma. He never spoke to me again, although I spoke to him until he died. God gave us a gift. To think dad was suddenly hungry, bright eyed and cogent by coincidence takes more faith than merely believing in God.