It was Monday afternoon. Dad looked more dehydrated. His eyes had sunken more. I tried to give him more water, a quarter of a teaspoon at a time. He did not refuse water as the day before. He took about half a cup of water before he said enough. He closed his eyes most of the time, only opened them when I called him louder. At one time he appeared to try to say something to me. It was so soft and unclear; I did not understand. We asked him if he had any discomfort. Again, he shook his head. I saw that he was much weaker. When I thought about his condition ahead, I could not hold back my tears. I wept, and wept. I was very sad. I prayed to the Lord: bring my dad home peacefully. I went back to see him, trying to give him more water. I thought he needed more water. He took very little and indicated enough. I went out of the room for a while. I returned and looked at him. I wept again…..
About an hour and a half after I left, YW called and told me that dad had stopped breathing. I went back and saw that his spirit has gone. He was no longer there….
I trust you Lord… Thank you dad…. see you ….