Pops' condition has continued to deteriorate. There really isn't a lot they can do for him right now. They've taken him off dialysis. His kidney infection is in his blood now, and the most potent drugs have had little affect.
The next step to prolong his life would be to intubate him and put him on a ventilator to help him breath (he still has fluid on his lungs and pneumonia). But Pops didn't want that. They'll keep him on oxygen and continue to give him antibiotics, but we'll no longer take measures to prolong the inevitable.
So this morning they'll move him to a regular hospital room and then send him home in a day or so with hospice care. Pops is tired and ready to go home...first to Newport and then to Heaven. He longs to see his Savior face-to-face and to see mom again.
We had a great day yesterday. He opened his eyes a few times (hasn't done that in days) and was talking some (though he's hard to understand). I sang him some of his favorite worship songs. He kept saying "Let's go home" and "Let's get out of here." He throws his leg over the side of the bed and tries to lift up. I don't know where he gets his strength.
Soon he'll be back in his house - the house he raised his family in, the house where he played with his 13 grandchildren. We'll have a great party celebrating Pops' life and his impact on his family and friends and community. And finally, we'll celebrate his transition from this temporary life to his eternal reward...a glorified body in the presence of his God where he can run and jump again.
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