After a brief visit to the twin cities last week, I am back here in Iowa with my father. My return appears to be good timing, as he has taken a pretty severe turn in the past 24 hours.
This whole process has been much more difficult than I was anticipating. It’s sad and frustrating and both physically and mentally exhausting. And hospice has not been as present as I thought they would be.
I feel guilty for wishing it would just end. I think I’m at my threshold of what I can bear, and it pains me to see him like this.
I’ve never felt more alone.