Sad. I am helping my Dad move house. Opening and checking through boxes that have been in a store room for years and finding things that my parents put aside from when I was very young, like some pictures I drew and a few of my favourite toys. I was surprised that they kept them. Can tell my Dad is really sad about moving however he is a realist and knows he is too old to continue to maintain the house. We found a crate and opened it to reveal an antique desktop writing set. In the writing set were letters that my Dad and Mum wrote to each other when my Dad was away for work many years ago. I have only ever seen my Dad cry once, when his Father died and I was 4 years of age. I saw my Dad on the brink of crying today but he stopped. I wanted to tell him that it is o.k. for him to cry, but I feared it would be me who would start and not be able to stop, and he would instinctively comfort me and forget his own feelings.
I want to hug him before he dies but I can't.
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