My Aging Father's Decline: A Son's Photo Journal

For the Last Three Years, I've Been Waiting
I was terrified that he would die when I was away. I didn't want him to go on his own, surrounded by strangers or plugged into machines. I know it sounds odd, but I'm so very grateful for the way it happened. I feel lucky to have had these last three years. To have left nothing unsaid. To know that we loved each other nakedly, without embarrassment. To have felt his pride in my accomplishments. And to have discovered how funny he was. What an incredible gift.

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