 | Homemaking in the Dunes February 7 | Daily writing prompt What were your parents doing at your age? My father was dying at my age. We had moved to a new state. He had come full circle in his CPTSD and his addiction. It was a time when we were happy as a family. My father had setting limits with my mother about me not doing being the built-in babysitter and maid. I was still being a rebellious teen with him working out our issues stemming from his Vietnam demons and his addiction. Then, bam, my mother, my sister, and I were coming in from being on the lake. We had a lake about a 1/4 of a mile from the Chalet we were living in the mountains. We entered the house. The house was in disarray. Tables and lamps were overturned. I walked across broken glass, my thought was he had a stroke. My fatehr was lying on the floor, his left arm was limp, his mouth distorted struggling to speak. My thought was he had a stroke. We didn't know that the brain tumor in both hemisphere in his brain that been growning silently from Agent Orange was now in control. His behavior the prior week had been suspected as a return to the bottle, but no. | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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