Reality

Is it wrong to dread visiting someone?

Dad has started his journey towards death, and it is harder and harder for me to bear each day.  I am hesitant to go and see "where he is at" today.  This morning he sounded feeble.  Only a few days ago it was hard to believe that he had lost his appetite- he sounded so vibrant.  The hollowness in his voice is unmistakable.  He is tired and ready.  I just pray that his journey is swift and as painless as possible.  For his being and wellness of course... and for mine too.  I can feel each of his aches, pangs, cramps and nausea.  I'm exhausted and vulnerable.

So, I'm finished procrastinating- time to face reality head-on.