Arbiter: A person who settles a dispute or who has ultimate authority in a matter.
As an arbiter of everyone else's fate I confess to wondering if things wouldn't be better for my father if he went and met my mother up in heaven. That's a euphemism for wondering if he would be better off slipping into the next world in his sleep. Another euphemism, of course, for death. I feel awful even thinking that but not as awful as I feel imagining what it must be like being in my dad's place: broken body, loss of spirit, now deprived from the one thing that might have given him some solace - brother alcohol.
Like I know what's best for anyone. Like I know who should be alive and who shouldn't.
To be clear: I'm not wishing that my father would die. I'm wishing for him to have some peace of mind and I don't see that as an eventuality in the current state of affairs. It's painful for me to imagine what a day must be like for him now. I can't imagine that it's pleasant.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
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