My dad was diagnosed April 2022 and I didn't see that my last days with him speaking and his voice were those days. I'm the nomadic type and continued with my plan to move thousands of miles away from my family from May-today. I thrive and am just so much happier away from home, but knew it was time to tend to my familial relationships. I knew it would be SO HARD moving home for a myriad of reasons...but fuck...there's no words to speak and I can barely hold in the tears.

I've lurked on this sub for a while now and have almost posted a half dozen times. Every other time, I could escape the reality of progression and the passing of time. Now that I'm back home, I can't. Wish me luck the next few days