Visit with My Dad
I went to go visit my dad today.
This is the first time I saw my dad in the nursing home where he is at. When I was younger I used to deliver pharmacueticals to nursing homes. I drove around south Texas dropping off heart medication and laxatives to places I would never classify as a home to anyone. Don’t get me wrong, they were clean, but smelled like a hospital. Now my own father is living in one. How can I let that happen? Why is he even there? I am not sure if I am angry at my father or my mother! I just do not understand what is in their minds! What goes on in their heads to do what they do. They are not evil, they do not hurt people! They just hurt their kids. I am lucky I did not have to put up with half the stuff my older siblings had to. Maybe my family is just like everyone elses?Maybe I should not worry about it? Maybe life is just what it is and nothing more! Maybe all we are is what we do and not who we leave behind. Well I am not going to figure out in this post!
Carlos
