She had cancer around her heart and lungs. We knew three weeks ago there wasn't much time left. She was able to go home at one point, and spent a couple weeks there. That was where she wanted to be. Friday afternoon she told Dad to go on vacation, regardless of what was happening. She said he deserved it. So we left Friday night for Ocean City. She told the others not to tell Dad anything so he wouldn't come home early. Crazy, funny lady. Yesterday morning we came home to see her, because she was doing a lot worse. As soon as Dad walked it, she looked at him and said, "I told them not to tell you." *shakes head and smiles wryly*
Well, we ended up coming back down to the ocean around eight at night. Got here around eleven, got the call not long after. Dad went out for a walk around midnight. I'm worried about him.
Pray, guys, please. I'm afraid that the worst has only just begun.
I think for this, I'm going to hang on to Caitlin's life verse.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."