:::my dad

during dinner tonight while listening to mana's el reloj cucu, i got to thinking about the picture below and my own father's death.


i guess that day will never be erased from my memory.


actually, it would be his remaining days with us that've been embossed into my memory.


we all knew his death was approaching, yet my mom and brother kept his body going with those machines. it turned out that they didn't want to make the decision to let my father die. that was left up to me.


my choice was not difficult seeing as how the end is always inevitable.