My dad has been referred to a palliative facility for hospice care.

[Pacifist Patriot]

The doctors have been wonderfully direct, honest, and compassionate simultaneously. It's clear we're talking days not weeks or months. Everyone involved is clear eyed about that.

He's been telling anyone who enters his hospital room that he's celebrating his 60 year 6 month anniversary with the woman of his dreams today. I have never taken my good fortune to be his daughter for granted a single day of my life. We are a no drama warm progressive family and no one could hand pick better. If you're religious, we've been blessed. If you're not, the draw of the universe fell in our favor.

We're talking about a man who survived polio in 1954, the Vietnam war in 1969, throat cancer in 1995, bladder cancer in 2006, a heart valve replacement in 2013 and lung cancer gets him in the end. He's my Energizer Bunny, my inspiration, my biggest cheerleader, and the best model of what it means to be a patriot. The man showed up at every No King's Rally, including the most recent one on March 28 after his terminal diagnosis. Because that's how important the future of our country is.

But GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!! I really wanted him to witness Trump's demise before he left this earth. And I know he did too...(and so do the lot of his absolutely phenomenal can't say enough good things about them care team - no secrets in the PCU!)

Thanks for listening. I'm the one holding the family together right now so just needed to let it out somewhere. Whew