RIGHT BEFORE MY DAD PASSED, HE SAID SOMETHING THAT COMPLETELY SHIFTED HOW I SEE MYSELF
We were simply sitting on the couch. No dramatic hospital scenes, no blinking monitors, no shadows falling across the room—just sunlight streaming through the windows and the quiet sound of a cartoon playing in the background for my daughter. Dad had been gradually declining for months—Parkinson’s mixed with a slow, cruel erosion of memory. Some…