Had a feeling when I got to work today that something was wrong with my dad.
Heard he has been doing some stomach breathing but things are pretty stable.
I get these feelings sometimes, usually they don’t come to much. Sometimes I decide things aren’t worth doing because of them.
My dad is going to die soon. I know I have said my goodbyes several times already now, but I know I’m not ready. I don’t think I will ever be ready.
It’s weird to be so far away. And comforting sometimes too because I am not in the middle of it.
This is the winter of worry. After a late winter’s worry last year too.
I think I worry about the snow coming with news of impending death. I don’t think that’s going to happen but it makes me worried.
And glad I get to read good books.
Probably finishing the 2nd book of the Sweet Tooth graphic novel series last night by Jeff Lemire and the 3rd book this morning didn’t help. Great, fun stuff but it is apocalyptic.
Mortality comes soon for my dad. And there is always a worry.
Blessed be and don’t forget to tell your beloveds that you love them.