I decided to go out to San Diego in a couple of weeks. Just a short visit, arrive Sat. night, coming back on a Wednesday. This way, my brother will have the days off so I can really get to see him and my dad. Things are moving along. My dad is still in the rehab, doing much better with mobility. His prognosis is about 6 months to a year. He had one day of being really upset, but more with medical staff that weren't being honest with him. My brother is working with Jewish Family Services, to help with hospice placement and he said they are wonderful. In the course of our conversations, I've found out a lot of other stuff (about my brother, not my dad), which is good. Hoping my son can come down for a couple of hours, too, but if it doesn't happen, it's ok, as we will be back in August for my DIL's graduation.
I know a lot of people think I'm way too pragmatic about this, but really, I didn't expect my dad to live forever, although I didn't expect this type of illness. His mom died at age 91, while playing Bingo in Florida. We kind of thought he would be the same. Moral of the story is, don't smoke, and if you do, try to quit!