Sadness

My father is dying. He is currently in the ICU with terminal lung cancer that has spread to his liver and brain. We knew he hadn't been feeling well but as a stubborn old man he never told us how bad it was. He will not live to see our referral, most likely; nor the 2 great-grandchildren due this summer to my brother's sons. When you are 83, the resources you can draw on to fight an illness just aren't there. Soon we will have to say goodbye to another member of the Greatest Generation that fought for us in WWII.