My sweet grandfather has been given a timeline until expected death. Although he's been very sick for the past three years, it still seems very surreal. I'm too emotionally drained to cry, but also unable to continue on with life as normal. Almost like a mini paralysis of waiting.
Waiting for the phone call.
Waiting for the next step.
Waiting to see what the new reality will be like.
Waiting.
I can't help but wonder what he's thinking/dreaming about as he lays there, unable to speak, coming in and out of consciousness. Is he having those experiences people talk about of seeing light? Does he see relatives that have passed on? Can he feel the presence of the Savior in a way that is different than before? Does he know how close the time is until he slips into the next existence?
So many thoughts, swirling around in my head to a point of almost complete saturation.
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