I am watching my parents fail. Watching them turn frail and disappear. It tears at my heart to see these two who have been my source become a whisp of life.
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I visited my father in hospital today. We thought he'd had a heart attack, but no, it was heart failure. Sad. At least attack has power behind it, failure, has just age.
I'm not ready to give them up. They may be octogenarians, but have always been so vital. They are so weak and frail now, it breaks my heart.
I want to go back to times of Greece and Rome, watch them go on a barge to a better place, in flames if need be, to satisfy the thirst of younger minds, just not watch them fade away in pain and degradation...
How do I stop it? How do I bring back the dignity they deserve when their flesh is failing them?
Ahhh- please tell me- how can I make them whole again to face this last part of their lives?
My tears, I must keep to myself, but they flow. I can't allow these tears to be seen, for they would make my parents sad, not for them, but for me... How can I be strong for them when I know I am watching the end, and I will miss them so....