I have a bike friend who lost a great deal of weight taking up bicycle riding. I didn’t know him before, but I remember seeing him at a Christmas party and commenting on his weight because I noticed facial features around his temples for the first time.

You could give a lesson on the human skeleton with fathers body right now. He’s covered in a blanket now, but changing his clothes in the days previous… not clothes, bathrobe, diaper…. his skin is stretched tight around his bones.

Ethel and Robyn are in here now talking about religious romance novels, and Dad’s eyes have been open for a bit, which is probably the longest period today. We’ll see about getting him to drink something. The hospice nurse should be here soon.

This room is about the same size and in the same place as my room was in the modular fire. The two windows and the door are in the same place. When I look out the windows I remember that.

You couldn’t recognize him. I bet it would be hard for people to know it was him if not for the situation. The emancipation(?) And beard make him look like another person.

He’s barely ate or drank for days. We’re at a point where we’re waiting to ask the nurse about giving him IV fluids just to make his skin and muscle cramps hurt less. We may not bother carrying him to the bed in the living room now.