I wonder how people wait for death and keep their sanity. I am in a position now where my dad is dying. I wait for the phone calls from siblings, and know the phone call might be saying dad has passed away.
The wait. I don't like the wait. I don't like the idea of the phone ringing. There is more negativety. So little positive to focus on. How do people do it?
Too much unrest. Too much, too much.
I don't know what to do. I don't know where to go. Comfort. Comfort is what I need. Been there before. Wanting comfort.
Too hard. Too much.
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