Thinking: "My father has been on ICU for a while because of various organ problems.
They called me today, the future is looking grim."
I had gone to see my father. He was not able to talk, because his throat had been punctured.
It was called tracheotomy, I think.
Thinking: "I somehow always thought my father would kill himself. Or drink himself to death."
I am feeling pretty torn about this situation. I would not want my father to pass away alone and afraid.
But on the other hand, he has been a drunkard and a fiend.
"Not quite a model father."
"But even if my father was what he was, I have the right to worry about him.
One arse has called me naïve, because I worry!"
"At any rate... My father taught me, what kind of a person I do NOT wish to grow up like.
I guess that counts for something."
PS. My father passed away on the next day from drawing the last comic.
May he rest in peace.
