Bed

For those of you who don't know (since I do not share a lot in this journal), my father is dying. He has been sick for a long time so on some level I have known it for a long time. I think I knew it in my subconscious sometime around here. It started to work it's way into my mind around here. This was the blip where I almost told you but couldn't.


But today was the day that his hospital bed arrived and I had to make the bed that I knew he was going to die in.