Life is really fucking deep. Damn.
My father is on his death bed and I am sitting here thinking about why I am here and what this world will have of me.
My father refused a bath and wont keep his oxygen mask on… All he wants is pain pills. This man may be my father but only biologically. This is teaching me a hugs life lesson. I am trying to be open to what I am suppose to learn, shit what a lesson. I surround myself with dying people with what I do for a living right now and then I come home with a heavy vale of death lingering which leads me to ask when is he going to die. It’s natural for a 86-year-old man to die from a lack of oxygen but a 48-year-old man who can’t breath and wont keep on his oxygen mask because all he wants is fucking opiates is wild.
Does everyone experience what I have or am I called down a different road?