Be thankful...
It's Christmas. I ate, I drank, I ate and drank, gifts were exchanged, movies involving Red Ryder BB guns were screened. My dad fell in the bedroom. A few days ago he fell getting out of the shower. My mother is concerned about how much longer she will be able to take care of him here at home.
I'm terrified.
Usually, I'm very much an "allow things to unfold" person. I find that when things are beyond one's control leaving them to their own devices is pretty much the only reasonable course of action that doesn't drive a person insane. However, it is incredibly difficult to come to terms with the notion, that relationship aside, there is another human being in my home that is dying. There is no chance of improvement, only stabilization, and even that is mostly wishful thinking. My father, someone who was once as motivated, driven, eloquent and dynamic a person as there ever was is dying, and there isn't a damn thing to be done about it.
At least we were together for a while today and shared some moments of joy and laughter.
Be thankful.
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