There was a time I'd just stand at the doorway of his room, trying hard to listen to the sound of his breathing.When I can hear him snore from my room, I'd feel relieved. Relieved that despite his pain, he's able to fall into a deep sleep, and that he's still breathing.
I would always pray, that if it is God's will, to take away their pain. If they have to bear this cross, to grant them strength and faith.
I'm glad he has his own faith and hopes. And he holds on to them, living his life as he would if he were healthy and whole. And never resigning to it just like that.
Dad, you are my hero.
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