I know I am not the first to go through all the stuff I go through, but it sure feels like it sometimes. I find I get to a point of acceptance and then I want to throw a tantrum!
I feel fortunate because there is still fire in my father's eyes, and I told him so. The essence of who he is is still there, if that makes sense.
I see to be quite strong when at the hospital...the pangs of sadness come when I am away.
Once again, I appreciate the chance to document some of this. It helps.
