• SCmSTR@kbin.social
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    1 year ago

    I remember the last time my dad bounced me on his knee. I had to be maybe 7 or 8, maybe 10 years old. I remember feeling a bit big for it at the time, and my dad said to me that it was probably the last time he’d bounce me on his knee. And it was.

    It was a family get together and a lot of people were there that are now just dead and gone. Thankfully, my parents are still doing well… For now.

    It’s unfortunate they want so much space from my brother and I. It feels like every time I see them, at least another year passes, sometimes two or three, and they’re both much grayer and starting to hit that age where I can tell they just aren’t as sharp as they used to be.

    Life is an absolute gift, but also such a horribly frustrating bitch about so many things. I do not look forwards to death, save for the eternal respite from life.