The nursing home called, he's gone to hosipital
The hospital called, doctor with the cautious voice 'cause I might be fragile.
My dad might bleed out but I don't care that much.
He wasn't a bad dad, I'd give a 6.5 .
Well I care but I don't feel bad about it.
I've mourned the passing of rabbits and budgerigars more.
I didn't mourn my mothers death either but she had Alzheimer's and walked out into the snow, there wasn't actually any snow but there was a barbed wire fence, a stroke/s and a few days in hospital.
I put my daughters childhood drawings in frames, I keep a two year old's doggy slippers in my cupboard.
I can be emotional but I just don't feel bad about my parents euphemisming.
I could pretend but I don't.
Parents can get inconvenient near the end, not like rabbits and budgerigars.
Parental lesson the last: How not to live your last days.
Ancient incontinent satyr is an ugly thing, snow is clean.
Expressions of sorrow for my you loss won't be appreciated.
I haven't asked a question and it's Ask Haf,,, should I seek therapy so I care properly?
Or offer courses in how not to feel obliged to care?