My brother, his wife and I flew to Indiana. My Dad was hanging on with the help of a ventilator. I wasn’t prepared for the image of seeing that. I grabbed his hand and when he saw me he started crying. The only time I ever saw my Dad cry. It was like God had him hang on till we got there. It was all like a nightmare. It was strange being back in our home in Muncie. Our neighbor had been taking care of Molly, she was so glad to see me. To be continued….
Jane is a Widow 