Im writing blog on a train from Vienna to Budapest. I’m still processing everything, my father now living with Alzheimer’s disease feel down the stairs and needed Brian surgery to stop a brain bled, the reality is he will never be same. I’m not sure how to feel about this? I feel great relief all the verbal abuse from him is done, how I’m sad for him, im not sure this how he imagined himself dying or living with brain damage till he passes, whatever will happen he is forever changed. I was told by a friend who lost her father two years ago this day would come, I would have to deal with a death of a parent. I’m
Conflicted and happy to be removed from the situation. My father wasnt a father, we didn’t connect or share a hobby, growing up he was an angry bully who often would breakdown with yell fits for hours. You couldn’t stop him, you just had sit and listen. I promised myself I would never live like this again or put up with someone who would yell and throw tantrums.
So as my father lays in a coma I’m here riding the train to Budapest, moving on to the next stage.