Busy getting going with my everyday life again, tears struck me this afternoon – mostly from the exhaustion from 3 1/2 weeks in a rollercoaster of hope and fear – from sending a 90 percent dead Dad to a German hospital, having him stabilized from 10 percent to 100. Then having 4 days of happy hopes. And then the crucial message last Thursday; relapse. The rest is history, my Dad died 8 days ago.
Both death and tears are taboo – but here I am with my red rabbit eyes;)
Love You, Love Life,