My father is in renal failure. He’s been diabetic 25 years, and he’s almost 90, so it’s not like this is unexpected. I don’t know if he is going to choose dialysis or not. This winter was tough. Before Diego died, I would have said that he would absolutely choose dialysis; now I don’t know. He still has a lot to live for, but it’s gotten harder and harder for him.

When my grandmother died, … well, I don’t know if I was ready, but she sure was. She was miserable, and she wanted to die. So yes I mourned her, and I still miss her, but I can’t say that I was sad that she died. Judging by my reaction right now, I would be sad to lose my dad.

We’re going to Yosemite for the night, and I’m anxious about leaving him. But I can’t be there every minute; hopefully, I won’t feel guilty if he goes while we are gone. There, I just e-mailed Mom & Debbie and Dave, letting them know I’d be back Sunday afternoon.

I love you, Daddy.