Thorwyn
FH is my second home
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- Dec 22, 2003
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So...
my father is in the hospital and chances are that he won´t make it back home.
It was obvious that this was bound to happen at some point. He is old, he is *very* ill and he basically spent the last couple of years suffering and struggling. I`m not complaining, neither is he, because that´s the path of life. As I´m typing this, I`m trying to sort out my emotions about all this. My house is just a couple of hundred meters away from the hospital and I can see the building from my living room.
It´s a weird and surreal experience. I feel sorry for him, because he deserved a better way to die than the incremental lifedrain and the complete loss of dignity he went through over the years. But then, I also find it hard to feel sadness and that´s something that´s scaring the crap out of me. Or maybe that´s not right. I do feel sad, but the sadness I feel just doesn´t "feel right". Doesn´t make any sense if you read it, but that´s how it is.
He was not the worst father in the world. He realy tried hard to be a good one, but he failed over and over and - unintentionally - caused so much damage on me and the entire family that we´re probably never be able to sort it all out. As my mind is wandering over the years, I`m trying to find situations to pat him on the back for. And indeed there are some. But then, I can´t help but stumble over tons of situations where he went horribly wrong. Now, I can´t say that his life is all fail. I`m his son and although it was certainly not intended to be that way, I guess I grew up an became a decent - if a little difficult - person.
If I could turn back time, would I have done anyhing differently? No.
Should he have done anything differently? Maybe.
Do I love him? Yes.
Does that change anything about my mixed emotions? No!
my father is in the hospital and chances are that he won´t make it back home.
It was obvious that this was bound to happen at some point. He is old, he is *very* ill and he basically spent the last couple of years suffering and struggling. I`m not complaining, neither is he, because that´s the path of life. As I´m typing this, I`m trying to sort out my emotions about all this. My house is just a couple of hundred meters away from the hospital and I can see the building from my living room.
It´s a weird and surreal experience. I feel sorry for him, because he deserved a better way to die than the incremental lifedrain and the complete loss of dignity he went through over the years. But then, I also find it hard to feel sadness and that´s something that´s scaring the crap out of me. Or maybe that´s not right. I do feel sad, but the sadness I feel just doesn´t "feel right". Doesn´t make any sense if you read it, but that´s how it is.
He was not the worst father in the world. He realy tried hard to be a good one, but he failed over and over and - unintentionally - caused so much damage on me and the entire family that we´re probably never be able to sort it all out. As my mind is wandering over the years, I`m trying to find situations to pat him on the back for. And indeed there are some. But then, I can´t help but stumble over tons of situations where he went horribly wrong. Now, I can´t say that his life is all fail. I`m his son and although it was certainly not intended to be that way, I guess I grew up an became a decent - if a little difficult - person.
If I could turn back time, would I have done anyhing differently? No.
Should he have done anything differently? Maybe.
Do I love him? Yes.
Does that change anything about my mixed emotions? No!