Written on January 26, 2016 (the night before)
I don’t want to write much, so I’m gonna keep it short.
I went to see Dad, shook him awake (which I’m honestly shocked that I was able to do), gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he kissed my cheek. Lately he hasn’t really been able to do that so I was glad he did. He was mostly out of it while I was there, and Bev mentioned that the nurse said he’s in a semi-comatose state.
Every once in a while, he would wake up and be anxious or agitated. Really the only thing he said all night was “let me out of here.” Over and over and over. Every time he woke up, that’s what he said.
While he was sleeping, I sang him “All Along the Watchtower,” and God my voice is awful but I like to think that he could maybe hear it or that it kept him calm.
Before I left, I told him I’d be back to see him tomorrow, and I kissed him on the cheek and told him I love him.
And he said it back.