Not much going on here today.

Its not very fun when you find out your parent is sick, very sick.

Six months ago my dad came down to visit and had to tell me what to expect when I get older like he was on a time table and was on a quest to get it done. He also seemed to be talking about his own mortality. It seemed odd to me at the time which I had to ask him if he was sick and wasn't telling me. He assured me at the time he was fine.

Six months later he's in intensive care and had suffered another stroke. Family are starting to gather fearing the worst.

I can't get rid of this feeling that if I go, it will complete the circle and he will decide to let go.

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