Author Adelaide Green

My father passed away March of last year. He has stage four esophageal cancer. It felt lucky on some days thinking we had more time with him but what is time really? He was no longer the father I loved and knew. We got to watch his waste away to almost nothing. Slowly. Slowly. I now know what it looks like when a person starves, their once filled skin whithers down to the bones. The bones. Bones and skin. All that is left. Haunted eyes, once full of life now full of despair. His ocean blue eyes, constantly changing color as if the ocean itself was contained in them became flat. No movement, no life. Movements slow down to almost nothing. As slow as slow can be. As slow as a snail. As slow as time itself can sometimes be.