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papa
there's something about Murphy's law - when it rains, it TRULY pours.last week my calendar for this afternoon seemed clear with the exception of a meeting that i thought i could skip. but within a week, i had back to backs from 2pm / 2.30pm / 3.30pm / 4pm / 5pm; it was an avalanche.
and these all came in after i had agreed to take my dad to the eye centre for his day op which was slated for 3pm today.
I TELL YOU. it's like the universe knew to conspire against me today. and then my calendar tomorrow is EMPTY. but such is life right so we roll with it.
i haven't realised my papa has grown so old. he's now frail and he's shrunken to a size i can't really recognise. i look like a giant next to him. his hair is no longer as black as i remembered and he's a splitting image of my grandfather.
where did all the time go? he used to be my papa; driving us around, carrying us and throwing us in the air.
now i'm driving him home from the hospital; holding him by the arm, slowing down my steps to make sure he can keep up.
how does one put in words what this emotion feels like? i can't quite describe it. seeing my papa who has poured his whole life into ensuring i have a good life, ageing so quickly. he doesn't even have much strength in his legs to go see the world anymore.
:'(
“some people feel like they don't deserve love. they walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
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