when life could not be any crappier

after a week of being bedridden, my father was finally conviced to be admitted in the hospital...

man, its hard to see your own father in the bed of sickness...

i know, im not being dramatic in here dudes but seriously, he is my icon of strength. you know those times when we are doing stuffs together but i cant do my thing the right way? he is always there to guide me. i always think that he is the strongest and smartest guy there is...

im really finding it difficult to look at him these times... i feel so drained and helpless...

one night, as he was about to sleep, i tried to ease his pain by gently rubbed his knees... but i could not do it... i have to leave the room, not that i do not want to do it, i just don't want to see him in that way...

God, please heal him... i still need him... i really love the guy...