True Colors

My dad is dying at home before my eyes.
It's sad and excruciatingly painful for mom and me his only caretakers.

Dad is dying knowing the man he gave my hand in marriage abandoned me.
The man who said he would be there for better or for worse.
Does it get worse than losing your husband and father at the same time?

Dad will never meet the next man in my life.  The next man will never know my dad.
I hate you for that.

I hate you for denying me a mate to hold me in bed at night and dry my tears during this heart wrenching time.

When dad found out he was dying he said "Who's going to take care of you?"
I said "You are dad.  From up above where you'll have the strength again to watch over me."
He smiled at that.

Dad was told the cancer had returned three months after you divorced me.
He was told he was terminal a month later.

You visited one time at the beginning.  I realize now it was because you wanted to say your goodbyes.

In the following six months you've never even offered to help.
Even strangers have offered.
People I didn't share my heart, my soul, my body with.

Your true colors are shinning through.