On Friday, we three "kids" received a call from Mom around 2pm. Dad had asked for us to come. Earlier that afternoon, Dad had asked to be shaved, made a donation to Hospice stating there would be no reason for them to come back on Monday, and said he was "going home."
Through the weekend we have been by his side and have continued to care for him. Although his flesh is unrecognizable, Jim Snead is in there. He's asked for a beer, but said he'd drink it later, followed up with a comment about the "light weights." He's ordered off a menu from somewhere. He's been impatient with how long this has taken, and has been waving to folks we cannot see.
This morning he has plainly stated that he is going home, and we pray that it is so.
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