The times of distress

These are not the best of times for me, ma or didi.
Didi endured a major operation recently. Life since then hasn't been very easy.
Ma, whose condition seems to be the most precarious, is mercifully oblivious to her own condition. It's actually the distress others face that worries me the most. I wonder how long we can pull through and how painful the end will be. I'm consumed in thinking how unfortunate it has been that a cruel twist of fate has robbed her and the people around her so many moments of normal living. Even a semblance of normalcy would be a great relief. My pain consumes me.
I have my own issues, mostly within. It's a conflict I seem to be losing.
Why did dad have to leave so soon?

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