My dad is
92 years old.
Two weeks
ago he gave us a big scare. It was Friday and in the middle of morning, my
sister called me telling me that my dad wasn´t feeling so good. I called to an
ambulance to take him to the Hospital.
He has diabetes
and his glucoses was in 630. The normal is around 75 – 80. In a person with diabetes,
it acceptable around 130 – 150. Because this number he was going into a coma.
Two days in
the Hospital and now he is fine! In home with his family. But, he always telling us: My
time is ending. Or: I´m going to “home”. And he tells us this so natural as he was
talking about life.
Yesterday I
asked him: Are you afraid or not about death,
dad?
He said: No. Not really, daughter. I lived my life. I REALLY did it.
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