I can say your father is dying. I can say wishing will not make it so, belief doesn't change a thing.
I can say love does not conquer all, miracles are pretty stories told in church, the movies you saw as a child are lies, blind hope is not a recipe for success, underdogs usually lose, death is not the worst thing, it is just the last thing. But for you that is not true.
I can say we have to pretend that we can bring him wheezing back to you like an old accordion, chest pleating in and out, singing his customary songs, oxygen bumping its hurdy-gurdy way again through his ancient heart.
But how can I tell you how someone will shout down the hallway, kneel frantic on the bed, lean his fists against that old breastbone, sharp, frail, one onethousand, two onethousand, and count it out.
I can say we should not do this. He will never be the same. I can say if it were my father.
I can say do not confuse resuscitation with resurrection, although neither works particula…