Entry: i believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
Friday, September 19, 2014

The morning commute has become reserved for my time with the memories of my Dad.  By the time I'm in the lot, I'm wiping tears from my eyes.  There are no words to describe what it feels like having the last talk with the doctor and hearing the treatment plan turn to making you comfortable.  I keep remembering the look in his eyes when he turned to me after realizing what the doctor was saying.  He had a choice with only pick being the lesser of two evils. We both felt so alone. Me, because I was looking to him for strength and him because it's what he needed from me.  I wish that I could talk to him again.  Everything happened so fast after that day, that only now, over a year and a half later, I feel like there is so much I should have said.  I feel stuck in the last moment I had with him before the medications altered his state of mind, because I didn't say all that I so desperately wish I could say now.  My Daddy was so brave, even through his fear of dying. And I just wish he knew how absolutely proud of him I am for that.  

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