Dad is entering the part of his illness where he is becoming more and more physically isolated, he is losing the ability to do do things one at a time. People talk about their loved ones dying and you nod your head knowingly but until you experience it first hand you really have no idea how much it hurts.
Dads eyes keep coming back to me now as I try to sleep, all I can do is think of him, sleep does not come. I will try again.
|Dad and mom laughing yesterday|