What was most frustrating in growing up, is realizing that my parents are getting old too.
At first I was so happy growing and having a family of my own and feeling independent and out of my parent's authorities. But as time goes by I wish I had spent more time in my parent's arms, I wish I enjoyed being protected by them. I wish they were stronger , younger, and having more energy. The worst part ever was when my Dad got very sick and became so weak and dependent. Seeing my "Hero" laying down on hospital's bed was breaking my heart. How come this strong authoritarian mn be that weak that he lost all passion in life and in living? How could he just accept what is offered? Why he is not fighting and swearing? Why is he so quite?
I wanted to shake him and tell him get up and yell at them. Tell them to F*** off and get yourself up and leave now.
But he has no energy or will, he gave up to his illness and to this new condition.
As the days go by, he became older by age and younger by spirit, he' s now just like a baby, a simple thing can make him Happy and not aware as he used to be, but still smiling. He never skip a moment without telling me that he loves me, that he loves us all, that he find happiness in our presence.
I know that the days are counting down, and as much as it's shattering my heart, I like to cherish each and every moment with him.
At first I was so happy growing and having a family of my own and feeling independent and out of my parent's authorities. But as time goes by I wish I had spent more time in my parent's arms, I wish I enjoyed being protected by them. I wish they were stronger , younger, and having more energy. The worst part ever was when my Dad got very sick and became so weak and dependent. Seeing my "Hero" laying down on hospital's bed was breaking my heart. How come this strong authoritarian mn be that weak that he lost all passion in life and in living? How could he just accept what is offered? Why he is not fighting and swearing? Why is he so quite?
I wanted to shake him and tell him get up and yell at them. Tell them to F*** off and get yourself up and leave now.
But he has no energy or will, he gave up to his illness and to this new condition.
As the days go by, he became older by age and younger by spirit, he' s now just like a baby, a simple thing can make him Happy and not aware as he used to be, but still smiling. He never skip a moment without telling me that he loves me, that he loves us all, that he find happiness in our presence.
I know that the days are counting down, and as much as it's shattering my heart, I like to cherish each and every moment with him.
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