Left work yesterday with texts and voicemails from my sisters to come up north, asap. Dad was incoherent and fighting all day. When we got to their home (2 hour drive) my baby sister meets us at the driveway, crying, and told me, "He's holding on for you." We go inside, and I can hear him moaning. Walk into the bed room with people all around him, and my mother and siblings were laying on the bed crying. I snuggled up to him and cried with the rest. My sisters were telling him that 'It's ok now Daddy, Jeremy's here.. You can go now.. We are all here."
Not long after, he starting waking up and becoming coherent. Wasn't able to speak much at all, but then we all got our time alone with him. The most he moved all day was when my wife told him that she loved him, how he was just as much a daddy as her father was, and how he didn't need to worry that she'd take care of me. He suddenly moaned loudly, somehow rolled to the side of the bed where she was, reached up, grabbed her close for a hug. She bawled and I just stayed in my prone position on the bed next to him. I crawled up to his head so he could see me and promised to take care of his baby girls and he said "Thank". My aunt, who's a registered hospice nurse, told him how he had the best 6 kids a man could have, and I got to see his eyes light up, he nodded his head with approval and said, 'YEAH!'.
The hardest part, though.. Was seeing him like that. I expected him to lay peacefully, sleeping. Not moaning, eyes glazed over, and having very little motor skills. At one point, I was crying, but very angry and threw my hat and glasses out of the room. I had to calm myself down to keep composure for my sisters.. but I wanted nothing more than to rip a door out of the frame.
Right now, he's sleeping peacefully. Haven't been in the room much since last night.. I don't want to leave him, but I don't want to see him like that. I already miss him.
Thanks to TheViking88 for the sig!!