At this point, he's being kept sedate and they are focusing on making him comfortable and pain-free. He was becoming agitated, angry, disoriented. He's been gradually slipping -- asking for his own Dad, his Mom, his Grandparents. He's not expected to wake up again.
Each time I've been to see him, he's asked if the book was out yet. He's been very excited about that. He's a fella who never quite understood my draw to science fiction and fantasy and never really enjoyed reading it himself But when he read trhe ARC of Lamentation, he gushed proudly over it , told me I had no idea how that book was going to change my life, and insisted it wasn't really science fiction or fantasy, that it was just a plain old-fashioned "good story."
I'm sad that he's leaving; I'm going to miss him. Dickens wrote, "Life is made of greetings and partings; that is the way of it." I like the greetings much better.
This morning, I am going to go up to Tacoma and sit with him for a while. I'm not sure how long he'll wait but I'm going to go as often as I can until he leaves.