and now my father is dying
and there's nothing i can do about it.
unexpected diagnosis
cancer
spreading fast
one day an old but healthy man
chopping wood
playing his harmonica
reminiscing glory days
the next
he cannot eat or sleep
constant pain
mother a wreck
and i am too.
i almost like it
the break
from my own selfish pity parties
to think about someone else's plight
but the loss
is mine
i have no words
sad is too weak an adjective
why Lord
why all at once
show me what to do
i'll get on the next plane
be his hospice
whatever it takes
if it would stop the pain
don't let him die Lord
please..
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