This is a whole new level of hard sister.
It's a whole new level of hard, bringing your father home to die. It's so hard, to see him in the condition he is in. I miss his smart ass remarks. && He's still right here. I've been here everyday since he's been home sister. && If the thought of moving in didn't give me anxiety, I probably would have done it already. There's so many memories here. Between us, && our shit. To my demons that I had to fight. All of our demons. Hence the bittersweet of the thought of buying it. Renting it. Something. We put the blanket I made for padre on him the first day he was home, && he wouldn't stop touching your face. Of everyone on the blanket, uncle Kevin, uncle Jim, grandma, grandpa, && you, your face was the one that had to be within reach. It's so hard to watch this sister. To physically watch him deteriorate. I knew it was inevitable. But that doesnt stop the fact that no one could ever be prepared for this. May...