My father is dying. It hurts. I want to cry. I want to spend as much time as possible with him. I want to quit work for a while and go be with him. I want him to laugh. I want him to teach me everything he knows.
I don’t want to miss him. I don’t want to be doing something and think “I’ll ask Daddy – Oh, Yeah…” I don’t want to hear his voice only in my mind. I don’t want his smile to only be seen in photographs. I don’t want the hole his passing will leave in my life. I don’t want him to suffer. I don’t want him to die.