I try to
keep an open mind and understand how people deal with a disease like ALS.
It can be difficult and intimidating to see someone close to you suffer.
However, understanding is not one of my strong suits. I try but don’t normally
succeed.
My dad loves
people, loved to help people, loved to spend time with people, ect ect.
He had the
same routine, one that I have inherited, that every Friday he would go have
some drinks with friends. Typically the same friend and his wife, every Friday,
for as long as I can remember, decades of Friday drinking. So when my dad
got sick, that couples absence from his life (no visits, no calls, no check-ins
with my mom) was very noticeable. And
was devastating for my dad.
My dad
worked in a warehouse for a large portion of his adult life. Helped people he
worked with move, set up their entertainment systems, met at breweries for
drinks. Again, not one phone call, not one visit. More devastation.
My
parents were friends with people they had worked with, camped with, spent time
with for decades and barely anyone even called to check on things. Maybe some
didn’t know, but when it is being posted on Facebook, that’s not really an
excuse. How heartbreaking that must be for my dad. Thinking all of these people
were his friends, when obviously they are either too self absorbed or just
don’t care.
ALS sucks by the way.
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