Happy Birthday Dad

Today is my dad's birthday. It might also be one of his last days here. He was eating his lunch today when he choked on a piece of food. Edna tried everything she could to dislodge it, but she was unsuccessful. By the time she called 911 and the ambulance came, he had been without oxygen for about 10 minutes. He's at the hospital, and is now breathing on his own (although it is laboured) and his heart is beating on its own. His brain, however, is not showing any sign of activity. The doctors say he won't recover. So once again, far too soon after Susan's passing, our family is on death watch. And I'm beating myself up for not phoning him this morning to wish him happy birthday...I was going to do that this afternoon.