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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