During my father’s last few lucid moments, my husband and I went to his bedside.
“Daddy, I’m going to have a baby,” I whispered. I wished for him to hear what I was saying. I hoped he understood that this was one true glimmer in the midst of his cancer induced fugue.
His eyes opened just a little bit wider, and his pained grimace fashioned itself into a weak, yet elated grin. This would be the last time I would see him smile.
He reached out for both of our hands. Once he steadied his hold, he said, “As one life ends, another one begins.”