Hi friends, the situation with my dad is the same. One day he looks as if he is living his last moments, next day, he looks a bit better. The fact that this is lasting more than what we initially thought gave us all time to mourn and come to terms with it. But now..., we are all getting tired. He is suffering, he is not in pain, but he is suffering.
On Sunday it was my nameday. My friends here may remember that in Greece namedays are celebrated like birthdays. H gave me a ring for the pinky finger (I once said I wanted a pinky finger ring). One with black diamonds. Very very nice. We have been a bit distant lately again but we talked a bit on Monday and we identified it's the sitch that brings us down. It affects us in various ways. I find my anger subsiding and coming back in waves. I make strange connections with what is happening, my parents' marriage and commitment with ours.
We are lacking good times. We dont go out, we dont have people over, the mood is always a bit heavy in our home. I spend a lot of time in my parents' house. It's funny, right when he got to finally have free time, we spend it waiting for my dad to die. I really want us to get away soon. I need a break.
