So my minor cold kicked in this morning and rendered me unable to get out of bed. In the grand scheme of things it was rather pathetic. But I slept until midday then managed to get out of bed and resume a semi normal existence. While I was discharging most of my nasal contents my younger sister was sent to my flat to ‘take care of me’. Which entailed making herself comfortable on my sofa while I cooked lunch. We reminisced about the good old days and we worried about our current situation. We watched and old movie. Then I was feeling much better emotionally and physically and we both went back to our parents home.
Back at home now and my father is much the same but not quite. Today I got a wave, an acknowledgement that he knew I was here. Not much else. I rearranged his blankets and I have much of past few hours just watching him sleep in silence. He is so fragile, it seems like a strange role reversal. Child watching the parent. I don’t know what to make of it, apart from a deep deep sadness, but I am glad I am able to spend this time at home.
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