Inside-Out

Let me tell you how long it took me to write this short post as my body feels incredibly weak and consumed with heartache far more than any amount of words could express at this moment. My entire body aches and longs for some sort of reprieve but each hour that passes proves there will most likely be none anytime soon.  In the meantime, I feel incredibly ill inside and out. Ugh.

I spoke with my baby brother earlier this morning, providing an update regarding father’s current diagnosis. It broke my heart to hear his sobs on the other end and his cries of, “Oh my God. Oh my God! I felt my body slump against the brick wall outside in the courtyard as tears gushed, trying to find the words to encourage him. Obviously nothing I said felt good enough. I knew that. No words exist in the human vocabulary to comfort anyone of such grief during a time as this.

For now, my father struggles to breathe, is very weak and fighting so much unbearable pain as I sit here thousands of miles away, helpless and waiting…