Changes again

He is so much more sleepy.  They started a morphine drip late yesterday afternoon, as a way to help with his breathing and to give a steady dose.  He spent the evening semi awake in his recliner, and we put him to bed at about nine thirty last night.  He peacefully slept until Mom and I asked them to reposition him at about 4:30 this morning.  He was so peaceful that we hated to disturb him, yet we worry about him lying too long in the same position.  He doesn't have fat for padding. He's now repositioned, and woke up but went right back to sleep.  Changes again.

I spent the day yesterday in a semi angry phase.  I have made peace (as best I can) with losing him.  What I haven't been able to understand is why he must continue to suffer from this awful disease.   I want his fight to end and for him to have peace in Heaven.  But apparently it's not time yet.

I do feel that he is getting closer.  He is resting quietly, currently sleeping in the bed, with Mom sleeping beside him in his recliner, and they are holding hands. 

We wait, but at least he seems comfortable, and that's a gift.

Psalm 31:14-15 “But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in Your hand;” (NKJV)