In remembrance of my father, and some of his brighter and happier last days.
On Death and Grieving
This is one of those topics I find it difficult to delve into. I’ve attempted to come up with another theme to write about over the last few weeks to no avail. Some subjects just refuse to go away until you pay heed to them. So here I sit with my headphones on, addressing those feelings that demand my attention.
I still remember the feelings of anxiety, helplessness and the urgent need to reach my father’s side as soon as possible when he was admitted to the hospital. He called me from outside the emergency room to let me know he was finally going to see a doctor. It’d been almost a month and a half since he’d first complained about a sore throat and it had now reached the point where he could no longer swallow liquids.