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9:07pm November 11, 2014

These are pictures from a couple days ago, my last lucid conversation with my father. He is much less lucid now, he’s becoming very weak, and my mother is struggling to take care of him at the most basic level. I’m afraid he’ll be forced to check into hospice, which I don’t think was his wishes, but it may be the only option left if he survives much longer. I hope he gets his wish to die peacefully at home. And I hope people’s thoughts are with him as he makes this journey into the unknnown. I love him more than I can say.

It’s weird how when he doesn’t have the energy to hide it„ he develops mannerisms that are so similar to the autistic ones that I haven’t been able to hide in years. Those hand positions are strikingly familiar.