Papa has continued to decline. When we arrived, he would greet us with a smile then fall back asleep. For the past 48 hours he has barely opened his eyes. Even when we have to shift him to freshen him up he doesn't wake or even grimace.
Grandma has a little booklet that details the events that lead up to death. It describes the dying process as a transitioning from this life into eternity. The person sleeps more the closer they get to death, symbolizing their further detachment from this world and deeper attachment to the next.
My aunts take turns keeping vigil with him and grandma. Apparently after most of us go home for the night, he gets most restless, as if all the noise we make during the day gives him comfort.
I know he knows he's surrounded by his loving family. I hope he feels safe enough to leave our loving presence to enter the infinitely greater love of the presence of God.
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