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Sunday, September 14, 2003
There's something very uneasy about watching your father slowly become a feeble old man. My father used to be the most powerful, most frightening person alive. Now, his mind, his body, and his spirit is in decline. He's an emotional shell. His wife has left him; his children barely keep in touch; he has no money, and no foreseeable way of getting much.
He is a lonely man. A hollow man. I don't know what I can do to help him. I don't even know if I care to try, and I feel guilty about that. People shouldn't have to live like he does. I hope I never will.
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