I was thinking about your dad, you, and your family as well these past few weeks. He sounds like such a gracious man, and you and your family are giving him so much love that will carry him through his journey. I found a poem that helped us so much during my Mom's last days. I hope you find it as sweet as we did (I guess boats are considered "she" but the point works well for men and women!). And remember to take good care of yourself, too.
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning
breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch her
until at length she is only a
speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky meet
and mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side exclaims,
?There, she?s gone!?
Gone where? Gone from my side, that is all.
She is just as large in hull and mast and spar as she was
when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of
living freight to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says
?She?s gone?
there are other eyes watching for her coming
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
?There she comes!?