It had now been three weeks since they first were admitted into the hospital. Karen and Lorraine were in and out of the room seemingly as frequent as the nurses. They hoped to be able to speak with their father, but sadly, Edward was only responsive for a few hours at the end of the first week and a change from his dazed state seemed unlikely. “Only a short while before the rest of him gives up,” the nurses had said. Heart attack. Cardiac arrest. Coma. These were a few of the words that swirled around the room over the previous twenty-two days. Now, the bustle of nurses was subsiding, “It’s too late,” they said. “You may want to contact your daughters now,” they offered. Tears snuck down Catherine’s face as she clung to Edward’s weather-beaten,