Dad's 7th day in the hospital.
The days are long.

Spend alternating days and nights sitting on the little sofa in his room under a big window, looking at the sunshine.

There's a view of the Las Vegas strip, the International Airport and Nellis AFB. While dad sleeps I just watch the planes constantly landing and taking off. Occasionally hear a jet or two from the base.

I dislike this matrix city so much.
It's loud, dirty, oppressive, irritating and the constant bustle and neon glow is draining.

I come here for my family whom I love. If they weren't here I would never come back to this city. When I'm here I always feel the immense weight and darkness of this city. It is exhausting trying to stay balanced and find peace here. 😞

Just having one of those days where I really long for Anon Island.

The last 11 days of my dad's life I took turns sitting by his hospital bed. He was intubated and technically unconscious but I could feel he was aware of what was being said. I had many many unspoken conversations with him in this time. That was 13 years ago. To this day, when things seem hopeless I remember those conversations and it seems like the only real thing left. IT ALL MATTERS

Thank you for sharing such a meaningful story with me. So sorry about your dad, but your father was blessed to have you by his side.
✨🙏🏼✨I totally get that too about these experiences being the most "real". We have so many conversations too just with looks and holding his hand. Unspoken yet so deep. Will never forget these days. Every second matters.

Yes, every single second. It's a blessing for you to get to be there for him. PRAYERS for quick Recovery!!