The longest death
Yesterday my husband went to visit my stepdad at the nursing home. My dad knew his name but did not remember him. It crushed my husband. He sat on the couch last night wrapped up my arms and wept. It's hard to comfort someone when you feel just as broken as they do.
I just needed to tell someone. I can't say it out loud because if I start crying I might not be able to stop. I miss my stepdad. He's a good man and watching him suffer hurts so much. I'm just waiting for the day he forgets me. Sometimes there are worse things than dying. Right now he dies a memory at a time.
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