Some things happen so quickly.

Others feel like an eternity.

And for the last 31 months, I have been squarely stuck in the middle.  Cursing when things happen too fast, and cursing just as loud when they don’t occur quickly enough.  Angry at my mother for putting the daily burden of responsibility of my father on me after she died without talking to me about it first, and then angry at my mother that she hid how bad off my dad was for so long when I could have taken some of the burden off her weakening “broad shoulders”.

My dad passed away this morning, around 10.30.  He was in hospice less than a day after being transferred there late yesterday.

Sadness

Relief

Sorrow

Anger

Grief

Laughter (my dad was damned funny)

For the last three years I have complained about the situation my brother and I faced with my dad.  I wished (and once actually prayed) to be relieved of some of the “burden”.

How I wish I had that burden now.