Yesterday it felt like you were dying

Dear Dad, The weather yesterday was gray, thunderstorms, on and off rain. You were slow, malaise, and refused food and water. At 3pm it was pitch dark outside. It oddly enhanced the mood. It felt like you were dying. Mom felt it too. We spent the afternoon at your bedside, talking to you, holding your hands, trying to coax you into taking bites of muffins, pudding, rice, pasta — whateverrrrr, as…