Mar 17, 2009 22:41
Looks like things aren't working out the way I hoped.
Barring a miracle, which I know God can provide and which I'm still hoping and praying for, I have, at most, 2 birthdays left with my Dad.
2 birthdays. 1 more Christmas. 1 more wedding anniversary for my mom.
Not enough time. Not even close. Not enough to say everything I want to say. Not enough to apologize for the mistakes I've made, the things I've left unsaid.
Not enough for Dad to teach me the things I still haven't learned from him. Not enough, not enough by far, for anything.
Right now, my eyes are dry. I can't, won't, accept that the time is coming soon when Dad takes his leave from the long and winding road and I must continue.
I've known for years that the time would come when Dad would die. Barring an unforeseeable accident, given the age difference, I knew he would pass before Mom. But I'm not ready. Not ready at all.loll