My dad is dying.
He disowned me a few years ago, but I know he still loves me. I’ve snuck in to see him while his wife was away in the last year.
Hospice said he wouldn’t last the night- last night, but he’s still hanging on.
Morphine has been administered. He’s struggling for breath.
I’m so sad that he’s been left to die in a home. His wife moved away last month to be with her family.
My brother is there to hold his hand, but my dad’s wife made sure I was banned from visits in this home. So I wait for word, that he’s finally exited this world.
I have a strange family for sure. A history of disowning, divorce, abandonment.
This curse stops with me.
I’m grateful that I can change the future. I’m grateful I can remember the best of my dad.