Viski the dog is getting on in years, and will turn 14 next month. His teeth are bad, his eyesight is failing and he can no longer hear what is going on around him. She sleeps most of her time and spends most of her time around the house. However, when he goes out for a walk, he is running like a puppy and it looks like he has spent several years staying with his prime. At this point, it's hard to imagine that he would end his journey with us at some point in the very distant future.
The thing I am satisfied with is that I believe he has lived a good life under our care.
Nowadays, my father has also come to this end. But he’s so rarely interested that he probably doesn’t know it. He doesn't even realize that no one in his family has visited him in weeks. He doesn’t think he has any family. Or perhaps, time just moves differently in his mind
I think he has had a hard life. But a good life and it may not be the norm for everyone. But he has worked hard for a very small amount of material consequences. Life and those he trusted have taken it away by spending a thousand.
Although what we have at the end does not really matter. It doesn’t even come to the conclusion that we are actually alone. Either way, it would probably be comfortable to be alone, not have to look pity in the eyes or feel the impending loss on both sides. Just move away quietly in the dark.
I was fine after my mother died. But I feel more and more that my father's death will be more difficult. Yes, he is my father, but I feel that the world is losing a good man. A person who has made a difference between people lives by living in the service of others. He is a person who, at least in some cases, defines the role model as to how and why he survived.
I can't say he was a good father or bad. For me, it wasn’t really like that between us. He grew up when I was old enough and in a short time the family life changed a lot. We spent a lot of time talking. But more share than father and son.
There was no drama between us, no attempt at approval on my part. I don't need to be fascinated either - we can just talk. At that stage of his life, there were not many parents.
The only thing that stood out as a father was that no matter how hard I tried, he encouraged me. No matter how sick I became, he was always confident that I would get better, that things would improve.
I think for some people this is the only way to discuss life. Since we are stuck with it surviving, we can take the position that the situation will get better no matter how bad it is now. I think that's how he lived his life for the most part, and even after what he saw, he firmly held that things would improve.
My hope is that he will not suffer more than himself. Since his body fails to follow his mind, they can effectively manage the pain they are feeling. I'm not sure if I'll miss him when my dad leaves. But I'm sure I'll miss the idea of being around her, being a part of this world. When he will pass to the end. I think the world has lost someone for more than eight decades who has raised its price and will want nothing in return.
Some would say he missed his chance. He used to say, he did his best.
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