i worried and fretted and tried to get him to take, "just a sip"....assuming (WRONGLY!) that it would help him.
God provided for us in life...and He provides in death. As usual, we think we know better.
Dad knew what he was doing.....and as i helped him move his feet, i realized he was right. His ankles were swelling as the kidneys were shutting down and fluid was collecting. More water would only give the kidneys more trouble....and suffering galore.
Dad was peaceful and needed nothing else from this life. All the stuff we needed, water, food, etc., didn't matter anymore. That's how it is supposed to be. I stopped judging by my standards and allowed God to take over. We had a beautiful evening.
“Dad knew what he was doing”
You are right. They know.