A brief conversation that reflects some of my state.
A co-worker today asked me how I was doing and I talked about
how my dad is doing; about how he's just really not there much any more; about the five minutes of lucidity that he's granted a day. Goodheartedly, he said Well, maybe it will get better.
It told him, Unfortunately, it won't. It
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*big hugs*
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I have found that when I most need comforting, I'm not in any position to comfort others. When I finally figured this out, I began to avoid some avoidable heartbreak.
Somewhere between death that's slow and painful, and quick and painless, is slow and painless. I hope that if his passing can't be quick, at least it can be relatively painless. But painless or not, it's got to be harder on everyone else who's got to see him out.
Hugs.
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