I'm a stereotypical guy when it comes to problem solving. Throw some spackle on it. Whether at work or home, I'm pretty good at finding patches to cover up the rough spots.
Bad news about my dad today. His cancer is on the move, into the bones at his very core. As he said it, "this is going to really affect my ability to do the active things with you."
But, wait... we just did a 5-mile run in the snow on Sunday. Joking, stomping through the slush like kids with the same, easy cadence.
Shit. Reality returns.
I had swept these feelings of frustration under the rug for a few months, but now they're back. What can you do when you can't do anything? What do you say when words don't mean anything? How are you supposed to fight when you can't see the bully?
More waiting. More hollow, helpless waiting.