I received some disturbing personal news earlier tonight that my father isn’t expected to live another week. He’s 87 and suffering from Parkinson’s Disease so this isn’t coming as a super surprise. It’s actually a blessing since my poor father has been suffering immensely and I’m relieved that he has finally made peace with his maker and decided that he is ready to let go, he’s stopped eating and stopped fighting. It’s been a long hard road for him, and it’s been horrible to see him suffer but I think he’s tired and his body is done. I’m sad, of course and I’ll grieve. I’m sure I’ll cry and fall apart when I actually go and see him in a day or two when I get to Florida and see my decimated Dad, but right now I’m trying to be strong.
I wonder if it’s serendipitous that we found out on the anniversary of 9/11, for he was deeply wounded mentally when that tragedy happened like so many people were. He had worked on that building and never was the same after hearing about it, sad about people he knew who died in the tragedy and knowing how America was attacked, being a World War II Vet and feeling deeply personally attacked. How odd that he seemed to give up living on 9/11.
As I’m laying here typing this, I’m listening to the news, trying to keep myself busy. Being discussed is what’s on other people’s minds at this time such as the economy, the $16 trillion debt, the state of the union, the rocky future of America, and killings in Libya. So, what is it for you if you’re not sleeping?
(c) Written by Evelyn Garone 9/12/12