There Is No Right Way To Watch A Parent Die September 4, 2017September 4, 2017 by estebanoreilly estebanoreilly No comments yet When your parent is succumbing , nothing induces sense. There is no right and there is no wrong, there are barely even shades of grey in between. When it is happening slowly, you might even forget they are dying.I forgot my father was dying, as fucked up and far fetched as that sounds. It had all happened so quickly and then he stabilized. Life went back to normal. He was dying, sure. But it wasnt happening right away anymore. So I forgot. I forgot that he was dying and that his body would slowly, but surely, shut down. I forgot that every dialogue could be the last. I forgot and began screening his calls again. I forgot that I should be grasping at every opportunity to speak to him to hear him while I could. Wasnt this the time I should be spending asking him all the important questions? I forgot until his kidneys and liver was beginning to fail abruptly. I forgot and then I wasnt sure what to do. I had wasted months, days, and hours and precious seconds. What could I do? How could I get them back? How could I escape this abhorrent person I had become? But the truth is, there was nothing and there is nothing to be done.Run a bath. Operate a bath so hot that it burns you skin. Fill it with so many bubbles they look like heaven. Those could be the clouds your parent will be sitting on soon. Get in the water and be in heaven with them. Forget that underneath the clouds there is water so hot it burns like hell. Sit. Let your skin become red and raw. Play with the bubbles. Induce a bubble beard while below the surface your skin shrieks in protest.Eat ice cream for dinner and laugh when you realize that the last text you sent your succumbing parent was what colour is your urine today ?. That could be the last text you ever send them. Laugh. Revel in the laughter.Hate them. Hate them so much for destroying their body and leaving you.Realize you are watching them die twice. Once right now, and once when it eventually passes. When their last breath rattlings from their lungs. Realize you cannot fucking wait to hear the death rattle because then it will be over. It will all be over someday.Love them. Love them so much you want them to hold on until they are nothing but skin and bone. Love them so much that their skeletal form is better than them achieving peace at last. Preclude them from leaving you.Scrub your scalp in a scald shower. Wash the scent of death off of you. Clean the fact that you are the girl with the slowly succumbing father right off of your skin.Laugh about the fact that your mother doesnt know where they are half the time because there are so many toxins in their brain. Laugh and call them an moronic silently. Its okay. They will still love you.And most importantly , no matter what you chose, how your sorrow presents itself, remember that there is no right and there is no incorrect. Still love yourself even if with their last breath you detested them. Still love yourself even if with their last breath you were praying them to bide. Still love yourself, because there are no regulations to this. Still love yourself, because you will be all that is left after. Read more: Post navigationHas Salt Gotten An Unfair Shake? – NPRJohnson joins Ellsworth Chiropractic | Pierce County Herald – Pierce County Herald Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.