as I wrote earlier) lost their own father suddenly last week.
FIL was in bed the entire time we were there -- & it looks like that's where he's going to be spending most of his time now. :( He didn't have his teeth in, which made it difficult to understand him (even if you understood Italian, which is what he's mostly speaking now), but SIL managed to get the gist of most of what he was trying to say. She, stepSIL & I propped him up with pillows and he looked more like himself then -- although he is so painfully, horribly thin. :( He's not eating much again. But he still loves his espresso coffee. ;) He seemed to recognize us all (he doesn't always). His breathing is good (even though his one lung is completely collapsed), his heart rate & blood pressure are normal. He even sang for us a little, which brought tears to my eyes.
Whether it's his dementia, the drugs he's been taking, or... something else... FIL has been seeing people lately who aren't actually in the room. In fact, a lot of the people he's been claiming to see (his one sister and her husband, for example) are... ummmm.... dead. He saw stepSIL's father... the night he died. BEFORE they found out he was dead.
At one point, SIL told me he was asking her who "the girl" was. "You mean (stepSIL)?" she said. No, not stepSIL. A young girl. SIL shrugged. "Maybe he's thinking of (his grandsons'/our nephews' wives)?" she said to me.
It struck me then: he was asking about a young girl. Say, about 20 years old, maybe??
Was it possible he was talking about his only granddaughter? MY daughter?? Who was stillborn 20 years ago, next week?? Was she there, watching over her nonno, waiting for when he could join her & nonna?
We'll never know for sure (in this life, anyway)... but it's comforting to think so. (I find it comforting, anyway...)
(I didn't say anything to SIL... but I told dh when we got home.)
You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here.