Slowly grieving as the essence of Dad disappears before actual death.
Parkinson’s, cancer and congestive heart failure have slowly replaced my father’s brain and body with an entirely different kind of physical and emotional state. I still reach out to him almost daily and listen to him and tell him that I love him but he’s disappearing in front of my eyes and heart. I’ve been grieving for almost a year now and I never know how he’ll be or if Dad will be still be alive the following day when I try to reach him. My husband’s hug afterwards is really welcomed. I know that I will grieve still long after my father passes.