Dad

My dad has just gone back to the home after a few days in hospital after he had a possible stroke, still not quite sure what it was but whatever it was he doesn't look good. we went to see him today and i have never been moved to tears before but i must admit today i was. it was just too much to take to see this once upright, strong, proud man reduced to a breathing corpse sat in a chair......actually no, id like to change that to slumped in a chair. he couldn't be bothered to eat his lunch which was his favourite meal of fish, but even that has had to be minced up as he has been put onto a soft diet. he could just about suck his drink through a straw but even trying to give him this drink was a job in itself. If anyone ever needed proof there isn't a god you just need to look at him, any caring god would take this man and end his suffering and save any last dregs of dignity that he might possibly still have. Its never nice to actually wish your own father dead but its done for the right reason, for the fact that we love him. I really am surprised my mam hasnt taken him to be with her yet.