It Gets Better

 

Donna and I traveled to Florida. My dad was in the hospital there. He was unconscious by the time we arrived. Things weren’t good. After a conference with his surgical team, and in line with my dad’s directive, the decision was made to remove life support. My family went back to my mom and dad’s home. Donna and I stayed at the hospital with my dad. We saw him out. I was crushed. Donna stayed close. She had lost her dad some years back and knew what I was going through. When I had pulled myself together enough to converse with her, Donna said, “It gets better. It takes a long time, but it gets better.”

So I’m passing along this message from my partner of thirty years. It gets better.