This man has lived for 57 years, during those 57 years he has been abusing his body with very harsh drugs and alcohol for 45 of those years. For the past 3 years he has been very sick and fighting cancer. One of the cancers he beat, but the rest of them are winning. As the days goes by and he slowly slips away, it is the good memories that continue to play like an old broken record. How does one deal with watching their father die?
People say you suppose too find strength from within, but what happens when all your strength is gone and your WEAK? What should you do? Where does the strength come from? What happens to you?
The bubble that you find yourself slipping in to is getting smaller and smaller. There’s no room to breathe, you feel like someone is strangling you with a invisible string. You can’t find the words to say because there are none. Everything makes you cry because your sensitive and WEAK. NOTHING makes it better and you still have to sit and continue to watch your father slip away.