Greater is the depth of sadness
Than any height of gladness
Thoreau wrote that and I feel it right now with my dad having 2 strokes since July 2,2016, being paralyzed on his left side, unable to speak much but still enjoys when I bring him coffee or ice cream. I love my dad and miss talking to him so much but it is still good that I still have him and I appreciate every minute. The depth of my sadness is intense and doesn’t cease except when I am asleep. And I sleep good thanks to the medicine that knocks me right out, and I sleep in till 9 or ten every day and I fall asleep by midnight.
Has any one else felt this sadness?