A Slow Death

As you continue to deteriorate I sit and watch, feeling helpless because there is nothing I can do to take your pain away.  You were once a funny, tall, and strong man, now you sit shaking from side to side in a poor pathetic state.  Each day I look in your eyes you slip away more and more and I am unable to recognize the person you’ve become.  Where are you father? Why do you have to suffer so bad?

I will continue to brush your hair, give you your medication, hold your hand, and watch old westerns with you.  I took you for granted when I had the chance to show you how much I love you and now it’s to late.  I pray that the journey your on isn’t as bad as it looks.  I love you Father.


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