Things I learned as I lay dying

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This is a dictation-driven post from Dan's bedside this morning:

• Loves spills forth from everything, splashing everything, joining us all together in one wonderful unit.
• Get rid of all snark – it’s the worst.
• Ya don’t just drift off.
• You’re not ready to go until your mind gets disorganized. Mine isn’t disorganized yet.
• Amazingly, discomforted pain can represent itself as color*. That’s just incredible.
• Every thing, little or small, alive or not alive^, is constantly sending you love - swim in it. We are all a divine union.
• God, I miss food. The other day I really wanted cranberry juice and a white cupcake with chocolate frosting. Sometimes peanut butter and jelly looks so good. I miss… bratwurst, pickle relish, and ketchup. I even miss baloney and pickle relish sandwiches, which I had all through grade school.
• Say ‘thank you’ all the time.

That’s enough for now. Post that on my blog, if you want.

• Last addition – Can’t believe how definite I feel about the things I feel. Nothing is tentative.

Email the list to Mom so she can send it out if she wants. 

Afternoon edits:

• The profuse richness of all things intertwined.
• Makes me feel like Scrooge McDuck. Can't get too serious about this stuff. (6:40pm - request to move this statement)

(Dictated to Dan's younger son, Simon, on Tuesday, April 11th at 10:00am; and 2:00pm)

Notes:

*Yesterday, Dad described pain in his thigh as ‘blue’ and described a recent trip to the bathroom as ‘green.’ This morning, I asked him why he used that description and he said that these two experiences presented as colors to him.

^Dad stumbled upon, and avoided, the word ‘dead’