ok, so ernst. cayle, stephan and i went up to the v.a. home in wilmore this evening to see my dad. his bed is on the floor, so he cannot fall out too far. the bed is bent up at the head so that he is really sitting up to help him breathe. he is totally unconcious- with his mouth open so he can breathe in the oxygen from his mask. his eyes flickered a bit when i first spoke to him, but he never opened his eyes nor acknowledged our presence. he is quite warm with fever- he looked so pitiful it was all that we could do to say our goodbyes without sobbing. the end cannot be far away- his passing will be a blessing, as they say.......