We were sitting in the bathroom, Dad in the chair, me on the toilet cover. He was catching his breath before the trek back to the kitchen.
He looked at me and his eyes filled with tears, "I'm very proud of you."
I hugged him and started crying. "I love you so much! I don't know what we're going to do without you. " I took his hand and said "I wish I could take this from you, it isn't fair, it's not right."
"It's my time"
"No, it isn't, it's too soon, you're too young, you still have so much to teach me. You can't go and leave me with the two Crones!"
We laughed.
"I won't do that to you, maybe I'll have Jane (my aunt) move in downstairs."
"Then I'll have the 3 of them!"
We laughed at that and then started the trek to the kitchen.
4 comments:
Tears and laughter- balm to the soul. I wish I was there to give you a hug- a BIG one, not some silly half-assed "kiss-kiss, hug-hug deal. I would hold on until you let go.
Words are inadequate, aren't they? Very good; nice moment. Keep sharing laughter!
(BIG, BIG HUG!)
Oh God Sharfa, this made me cry! Say all the words to him you can and share as many laughs as you can squeeze out. Love him. Be strong, dear girl.
You really are an amazing family. I know everyone really appreciates your strength, caring, and tenderness throughout this time. Thanks for this moment, and all the others as well.
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