I am scared. My dad is not looking good. He is slowly slipping away (due to PSP). The fear of losing him and perhaps a piece of my mom is right about now terrifying. This whole process.. this entire journey has been so unfair yet perhaps many lessons remain to be learned. So many questions yet so little is left to answer. We often get sucked and stuck on the whys. Why me, why is this happening, why, why, WHY!
And no matter how bad it gets you always take a brief moment to think about the good times. The memories we made with our loved ones. For that moment becomes an amazing moment within itself. You savor it. You remember details that at some point seem long forgotten. You can picture the smiles, the conversations and even feel the essence of that particular moment. It quickly evaporates and you are brought back to life.
I miss my dad even though he is still here he is not. I now understand how blessed I was to have him in my life for so many others have walked away or passed away way before their time. I now understand his messages. His way of thinking. His way of just being. I understand his flaws and his strengths.
I am scared for this makes you think of your own mortality. It makes you question yourself, your morals, your dignity, your place in this world.... in the end you always hope you did the right thing for yourself, your family and perhaps humanity.
Thank you for reading my gibberish but I needed a small venting session.
Good night or good day to all!♡♡♡♡