Still Breathing

Another day, night, and day has gone by and Grandpa is still breathing and his heart is still beating away. Its been a bit of a surreal experience watching and waiting for someone to die. It can be a bit exhausting emotionally too. He doesn't look like Grandpa anymore. He hasn't eaten or drunk anything since last Friday. And yet his body keeps going. We talk to him. Rub his hands. No response. Just breathing. We haven't had any monumental spiritual experiences yet. Just the feeling peace and comfort. We've had lots of time to talk about his exceptional life and appreciate the example of service and love that he has left for all of us. And if anything we've grown closer as a family.