yup, I hear you. My Dad took that route as well. ( Although to be perfectly honest, I didn't see the problem with morphine "addiction" at the point he was at. By the time a person is in that place, the end is pretty much in sight--what use is it to try to reverse such a loaded train? I'm not saying your Dad is at death's door, but mine was--even though with what I know now, I am sure he could have regained his health. But, mind is the builder, and his was made up, before he ended up
in palliative care.

And mainly, my efforts to help with pretty much anything (except buying huge fruit and candy baskets for the nurses, as he requested, and bringing him bigger and bigger clocks) were interpreted as interference. Once, he did say to me (writing it down) "I'm not like you", when I offered to bring him a beautiful spiral basket full of light, (a wall-piece to look at) and I realized then, with some humility, it was actually a form of aggression on my part (or ego need) to do other than just witness what was going on for him, and adjust his feet, or some other small thing.



It seems to me, one of the hardest lessons to learn, is that everyone deos have their own life-stream and there are
probably complicated reasons for everything that are completely beyond our ability to know -- in other words, it's good to let go, and let God. And know that all is "well", whatever appearances say: after all, that sort of state has a palpable grace that other people cannot 'argue' with.