(Robert) Glenn, Dad

We started our trek back Tuesday morning, and made it back home from Ohio yesterday.

We spent two days in the hospital with my Dad. All my brothers, his sons, were there, along with their significant others. He was fully aware of what was going on. Some of us, not me, got a bit loud in the sub-wait area outside his room and almost had security called.

He was in a semi-private room, so the facility ended up moving his roommate to another room. A couple of my brothers moved in more chairs from said sub-wait. We sat around chatting with my Dad and each other while old westerns or football played on the TV. He had a few visitors besides us as well.

We said our goodbyes Monday evening after he had a round of pain meds, as I know he’d soon be out from that. As we were driving back on Tuesday, my brother let us all know that they has found a hospice, and they were able to move him late that evening. We did get to talk with my Dad for another minute on the drive back Wednesday morning while he was awake and had the energy.

My brother notified us in the group chat early this morning that he had passed.

Even though I always felt embarrassed (I can’t take a compliment) when he’d call or we’d see each other he would say how proud he was of me. Now I’ll never get another one of those calls of him wanting to check in on me, and it hurts.