It's been nearly five months since my Mom died and the last time I saw my Dad. Tomorrow morning, we are driving to Maryland to see him.
The range of emotions I'm feeling right now is hard to put into words. Clearly, I want to see him but a feeling of dread is washing over me and I hate it. He's failing quickly and his quality of life is so poor right now... A nursing home is in his immediate future.
Watching your parents fail and die tests your own bravery and I'll accept the challenge to stay strong. Tomorrow when I walk through the door and see him, I'll be my silly self and talk with him as if I saw him yesterday, and who knows, maybe he'll know me as his daughter!