I sat by my father’s bedside for 4 hours tonight. We didn’t say much. He can’t.
We never have; his cancer surgery furthers that scenario.
Tonight, I heard my dad laugh, saw him smile, for the first time since his operation. He laughed easily, as if he were just looking for even the slightest reason to laugh and cling onto some of those much needed endorphins. Most people are more reluctant to laugh; he seemed to need it.
Sitting in a chair, a dozen wires & tubes connected to his body, bound to this small room, silenced and hungry…
My dad broke down and cried.
My head may just explode.