percents

Funny that the moon has percents: 78%full, 13%full. The last time I visited Utah, Could it have been just 4 days before this visit? The moon was 68% full. Full enough on the snow to need no flashlight or lantern as we crunched out to the open field above Provo. We spoke of Dad, laying in the house and wondered what percent he was yet alive-not in those words, much more tenderly than a statistic.
I flew home thinking that we would meet again soon, but knowing that I wouldn't see dad alive anymore. He had asked as I was leaving if I was coming back. We both cried as we realized that my yes was to come to his funeral.
You stayed on in your loving way to care for your father. He responded to your tenderness more than any other person. He listened when you told him to relax, finally after an agonizing night, but just one, he was lucky. You were his hero. With your guilessness and goodness. Of course he responded to you, 100%. He relaxed into death.
We will miss our dad.