Tonight is the Night

My dad is going for his operation tonight at 7, South Africa time.
The doctor said his blood work is as good as it's going to get.
He sleeps an awful lot.

I feel a strange detachment from all that is happening at the moment.
Isn't that odd?
Wish I were with my mother now, so I could hold her hand too, as she's scared, understandably.
Make her some tea.
Kiss my father.

Sorrow is such a universal concept, even if we live quite unaware of it.
And isn't that a marvelous thing?
But it touches all of our lives at various points in the game, and right now, I'm paralysed by it.
Numb.

Love you, you old fart.
Love you silly.