Another evening at home with my parents. I finished work at 6pm and drove straight home. I am very tired I kept falling asleep at the traffic lights, seems opening the window did not help much.
Home this evening was a challenge. My father seems to much the same as yesterday, asleep with little to say. For some reason I found it more distressing today. In fact brought me to tears which is not really normal for me. I have been crying pretty much all evening - but in a way that only I know. I am getting good at wiping away tears surreptitiously. I can understand why my sister is red-eyed and strained every time I see her. As for my mother, I cannot imagine what this must be like for her. Well, I guess I can see it in her face and her movements. However she is a woman of great faith and she holds onto this. I often wonder how my father feels - he does not say much. He finds it too stressful to talk. Well at least he seems comfortable - which is the most important thing. When he talks - he is still there, it's still him. How do I know this? He is still stubborn and strong-willed.
And now I am developing a cold, minor in the grand scheme of things. but annoying. I woke up this morning with a sore throat and now I am a snivelling wreck. I suppose it is nature's way of telling me to take it easy. But I am not sure how at this time of turmoil, I cannot be where I need to be. Well we shall see, life has it's own way of sorting things out.
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