No, not the tears again.
But they came, as I knew they were bound to do.
Looking at old pictures can make one happy or sad...long for that moment or being glad that there's the present. Well today I decided to look inside my coffee table drawer where I came upon pictures of Summer 2005. It was a great summer, probably the best I ever had, looking at it now. My dad, mom, and I went to Germany, Spain and Poland and it was terrific.
There's my dad with a glimpse of a smile that he never shows. It is him and a kitten inside his shirt pocket. 8 months before he would be diagnosed. If I had a scanner I would show you. The contrast is incredible.
Tears flowed before I could stop them, before I could realize that its only a picture.
My dad is back in the hospital having a blood transfusion.
And I only wish he could be that guy in the picture: blissful and ignorant of a pain that can cause so much suffering...