He looked me in the eye today, squeezed my hand, and told me that he loved me.\u00a0 My heart is broken with joy.<\/p>\n
I’ve spent the last day and a half feeling completely helpless.\u00a0 There is nothing we can do but be there for each other to lean on as we hold\u00a0round-the-clock bedside vigil.\u00a0 Waiting.\u00a0 But that one moment was worth the world to me, for the chance for me to tell him that I love him one last time, and to get the same in return.<\/p>\n
Word’s cannot describe what it is like to sit by the beside of a stroke victim who wants so desperately to communicate but cannot.\u00a0 When he opens his eyes, they light up when they recognize your face,and he squeezes your hand you know that it’s love behind those eyes.\u00a0 You just know, without words, because you’ve lived all of your live being loved by him.<\/p>\n
Pa has had very few moments of brief lucidity that are unbelievably precious, particularly since we know his time is short… and it breaks my heart to know that we won’t have him much longer.\u00a0 He’s as comfortable as they can possibly make him, but it’s hard because we know he’s in pain.<\/p>\n
I had to get away tonight. I couldn’t take it any more.\u00a0 I needed to get out and away… to be distracted, if only for a few hours.\u00a0 I’m going back tomorrow, to hold vigil overnight with my aunt before I have to fly back home in the morning.\u00a0 Leaving is going to be so hard… knowing that I won’t ever see him again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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