I sit here next to him in a nice little room int he south end that overlooks a car park which I thought would provide a pleasant distraction although today his condition has worsened and those concerns are no longer important. What is important is comfort. Time, when, is of no consequence. The task now it to make him comfortable and if possible never leave him alone. My sister and I take turns staying the night in the room, which we are so grateful for, and doubly so for the care he has recieved. It is very moving to experience care and to know these people provide it everyday. 

The neumonia may quicken the process markedly. I dont know what to think about it but my pane on control that I wanted to maintain was shattered today as I wept like anyone would and all over the lid.

I said work on for authenticitys sake but we cant. I will keep this short journal and let it play. We must only think of his comfort now.