My father had a massive stroke at 37. Lost his speech and was paralyzed on his right side. Was given 24-48 hours max to live. He lived 9 years with the love of his family (me, my mother, and my brother) taking care of him every day until I was 11 years old when he died while I was out at a birthday party.
Sometimes what is understood doesn’t need to be discussed.
What a beautiful post. So full of love.
There is a bigger picture than we see a moment at a time.