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Kevin Michael Vance
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March 05, 2010
Life... again.
Thursday of this week was one of the most difficult days of my life; topping even the day Mel divorced me through email. Put my pop in a nursing home. Not much to say, except it was very, very sad. It was hard to leave my father in the care of strangers. Hard to think they will love him the way that he should be loved. Harder still, was to say goodbye when the fear and the concern and the worry ran from his eyes like tears. On the other hand, knowing that it is the best thing to do for all concerned, the best thing for him, and the best thing for us, the family. Watching your body and muscles and reflexes go to shit is one thing, to a certain degree that is, for every damned last one of us, inexorable. But watching a mind fall to pieces, crumbling away like clay, until you, the individual, are robbed of everything- pride, humanity, pleasure- quite literally everything that made you -- you, is far more arduous than anything I could have ever imagined, and something I would not wish upon my worst of enemies.
I love you, dad.
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