[scottmandue]

It is getting late so I may have to finish this later...

Mom just made 90... dad past away last year...

Already posted this apologies for the repeat.
Mom grew up on a farm in Kansas, dad grew up in a reform school outside Boston (grand dad died and grand mom worked at the reform school)
Dad flew a P-47 and literally missed going to WWII by days.
We had caregivers at home... then hospice... then he was sent off to nice nursing home "for a week".
I was going to visit him after work on Saturday, then mom called and asked if we could go together after church.
We got there and he looked pretty bad, laying on his back motionless, staring at the ceiling with his mouth hanging open.
Mom sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his arm talking softly to him.
Then got up and said "he doesn't know we are here, lets go."
As she walked away dad's hand went up.
I stopped mom "no, look, he knows we are here."
We chatted a bit but all he could do is give hand signals.
Just like he was signaling to the ground crew from his P-47.
I kissed him on the forehead and told him I loved him... we gave me a thumbs up never taking his eyes off the ceiling.
He past away that night.