My father just died in hospice care (in Dec) and his last month of life all he ate was Ensure and then later on just a spoonful or two of ice cream a day.
It’s all he wanted to eat, and barely that. He got thin. I learned that we don’t die because we don’t eat; we don’t eat because we are dying. The body doesn’t need or want that energy anymore. I learned a LOT from the hospice people.
Ice cream. That will probably be my final month of food too. We come in the world with sweet dairy (breastmilk is very sweet and tastes like melted ice cream—I’ve tasted my own out of curiosity); we go out of the world with sweet dairy. And sometimes in diapers too.
May your Dad RIP
I heard a saying: Once a man, twice a child.