Hindsight is 20/20. Maybe, in hindsight, Dad didn't want to live. He didn't want to survive. I never asked. There really wasn't a chance. He spoke to others, but never to me. Not directly anyway. Not that he could really talk. He was paralyzed. His entire left side; mouth arm, leg... His eye lost 75% of its vision. Did you know that the eye, it is divided into 4 quarters, two pieces controlled by one side of the brain and the rest by the other side of the brain?
Dad was nearly blind anyway. Terrible eye sight runs in the family.
I stayed, for a few more days, almost an entire week, before returning back to work. They said that the stroke had damaged most of the right side of his brain. He probably wouldn't regain use of the left side of his body, and if he did, it wouldn't be anything much more than the ability to sit up and maybe swallow actual food.
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When They're Gone
Non-Fiction(Working title) I'm not known here. My friends don't use this. I don't exist, therefore, posting this writing, as I write it and edit it and modify...it can happen here... and they won't know, won't ask, won't try anything. I'll just get to talk, an...
