On Father’s Day morning, dad called me from his hospital bed after a tough night and said, “I think I am ready to go to hospice now – the launchpad to heaven”. We were able to move him that day, and it was the last Father’s Day gift I would give to him. We shared lots of memories and had many parties over the next two weeks while he lived a full life in Room 1. 

Almost eight years to the day after my father was admitted, my mom was admitted to the same hospice room that dad lived in. We all felt relief that she was there, as did she. It was like going home.