My dad is not alright. We are at a dead end. He either has surgery or he cant live like this for more than a few days. If he does have surgery, chances are he is not coming home after that.
I didnt want to say this because typing it makes it real. But it is what we are facing. I just came back from the hospital. He doesnt know how critical the sitch is and talks as if this is another issue to be fixed. He is in pain but cant see the whole picture. I told him I love him very much and kissed his hands and his face. He told me "I love you very much too". It felt good. After what happened with Jen, I am making sure he is reminded how important he is to me.
I am not strong either. I just cant let this get out of control. In Greece death in the family is treated very dramatically which makes it harder. We wear black for months and the traditions related are very cruel. But I have been trained and I can handle those. It's missing my dad that I am worried about. I hope we dont get there for a long time.I am trying to block out the images from my head. For as long there is hope I am holding on to it. I think I am the only one that does at the moment...
Handbags... I am crazy about handbags. I am thinking of selling some on the ebay at the moment, LOL!!! I am under "punishement" and I am not allowed (by myself) to buy any more for the next 6-8 months. K
