This past week I met some real Kansas men. They were not cowboys. They were not farmers. Just 2 brothers coming to see about their dad. Coming to find out what needed to be done. I was in their dad's room at the hospital when they arrived, the one in camouflage coveralls had worked the night shift, so the other in his John Deere hat did the driving.
We talked about how their dad was dying, and wanted to get home and see his dogs. Not a word did they say about their lack of training. It was just understood that what their dad wanted they would do. We talked about getting hospice set up for services and support. I asked if they had questions. The older brother took out his wallet and said "my Aunt wants to know this". He handed me a small piece of paper with these questions in neat cursive writing.
1. How much time does he have?
2. How can we make him comfortable?
3. What is the best way to get him home?
We talked about every one of the things on the list. I did not hem or haw, just gave them straight answers. No notes were taken. He tucked the list back in his wallet. Then they gathered themselves up and headed down the hall. Side by side. Two Kansas men. Going home to get things ready for dad.