Mar 30, 2006 23:24
My father is dying...
Not for anyone to panic over. It's just never felt closer to death than now, except during a few emergencies...
He ate one piece of cornbread this evening and didn't want any other dinner. He went to bed without saying goodnight. These do not speak well of his condition.
My father is dying...
I've known it was coming for most of 20 years. The thought of him dying, or the event of me finding him dead, doesn't particularly purturb me anymore. I dread the prospect of remembering the fallen... Dammit, I don't want to be the one that's always left behind.
...With that thought, I find myself crying. I must've hit a nerve.
Selfish? Immature? Pitiful? Irrational? Irresponsible? Yes. Fuck off. My father is dying...
life,
death