The Death Of My Father

[ex_jennilind201]

"We say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say this we think of that hour as situated in an obscure and distant future. It does not occur to us that it can have any connection with the day already begun, or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance".

Comments

[alabastard]

As the computer is killing my eyes, I have sent this to work where I can print it out and read, as I do want to rad it, from what I've read so far.

[shipchan]

'I feel like I am more open to things again - friendships, the ideal of perhaps dating someone again, allowing myself to feel finally. And honestly? It scares the crap out of me.'

Yeah.

Proust is always right, it just takes an entire life, or 30 years in a white room, to realize it.

[katharwen]

Wow. This post struck a major chord with me. I am crying as I type this, because, just a few years ago I lost someone I loved as well.

Your story parallels mine in many ways. Having to take care of my loved one, washing her, changing her; at horrible horrible moments, wishing she was no longer around to be a burden, it all still remains fresh in mind, especially when I walk down the street and see someone who reminds me so much of the person I lost.

I waited for a long time for the pain to go away, but I realized that it never will. And that's okay. Your story has helped me see that. Thank you.