Oyasumi nasai
I often find myself wondering if I made the right choice. As if his state of health was temporary, and he would ordinarily recover. Aside from the apparent symptoms, he was essentially himself; Being strong despite the odds supposing to be against him. Part of me wonders if it could have been haste that prompted a choice to be made; Could he not have continued, spending countless days resting on my lap?
But such thoughts forget reality; He was not well, and he was not getting better. While I could not measure the time we shared, it was clearly reaching its limit. Contrary to the feeling, this was not a choice. Despite my wishes, I could only keep the love that remained, in the wake of his passing.
But such thoughts forget reality; He was not well, and he was not getting better. While I could not measure the time we shared, it was clearly reaching its limit. Contrary to the feeling, this was not a choice. Despite my wishes, I could only keep the love that remained, in the wake of his passing.