My Dad

My Father is not doing well. He is 85 and has COPD.

I live over 7 hours away, and it is difficult to make it home very often to see him.

Two days ago, my sister-in-law called and said that he was in the hospital because he was having difficulty breathing.

It frightens me to think he might not make it, yet I don't want him to suffer. He has always been so active and so vital.

I hate what the disease is doing to him, and I hate that I can't be there to help both him and my mom walk through this.

"Lord, help me to realize how brief my time on earth will be. Help me to know that I am here for but a moment more... We glide along the tides of time as swiftly as a racing river, and vanish as quickly as a dream. We are like grass that is green in the morning but mowed down and withered before the evening shadows fall...Seventy years are given us! And some may even live to eighty. But even the best of these years are often emptiness and pain; soon they disappear, and we are gone...Teach us to number our days and recognize how few they are; help us to spend them as we should." Psalm 39:4, 90:5-6, 10, 12