Papa, its been a while since I heard your voice. Everyday and night I come to be by your side. I wipe your face, balm your lips and comb your hair. I have never held your hands, or kiss your forehead. Quickly realised that I shouldn’t have stopped doing so.
I think you’re too attached to, too many machines. Sometimes I can’t recognise you, especially when they place your body in a certain angle. You stubbles are growing pretty fast. And watching the ventilator help you breathe, is just plain heart breaking.
I know you’re tired, I am too. But you still have to find strength to fight these invaders. We just spoke about Uluru Rocks weeks ago. I know you barely recognise me when you last opened your eyes. This can’t be it.
I miss you papa. Please get well soon.