My dad faded; the memories and mannerisms that made him who he was slowly lost their colour and bleached out to white. He became unbearably light and as his history faded, so my experience of him degraded and the memories of the man who brought me up, taught me to be who I am, were replaced by the pernicious disease that took him.
My mother, a force of nature, carried on. She cared for him, she cried for him and she prayed that his heart will finish long before the final memories do. And so it went.
I looked to my side and saw my own family growing. Emerging like an irrepressible force, heavy and burgeoning. History continued and the unbearable lightness of my fathers being was replaced by the joy of my children.