My dad

Day 1607 - It's hard for me to think about anything else but my dad. It's not that we didn't see his decline, or that we are not aware to the fact that he is 87 years old. it's not even that we don't know that everyone who lives must die; but we are good at denial' especially that kind of denial. In our western civilization we don't talk about persona deaths, just about those on TV, in other countries and preferably in big numbers. But when it comes to our own little and protected world we try to pretend it's not there. And maybe, who knows, by ignoring the subject it might disappear, right? well, not really and as comfortable as it is and very painful, we cannot do it any further. my dad is on his last stretch. we don't know how long it might be but these are the final months of his life and we better enjoy each one of them, there are not many tomorrows left for him. Each one of us has to plan his/her goodby. and have a chance to tell him we all love him. I think he is a very lucky man - we are all crying about his departure, just as it should be, it means he lived a meaningful life. So many times we beat ourselves for not doing enough, for not acheiving some goals, but at the end of the day, the fact that our hearts are broken says it all - he lived well. and we are lucky to be on the receiving end. I am so thankful for that.