A co-worker today asked me how I was doing and I talked about how my dad is doing; about how he's just really not there much any more; about the five minutes of lucidity that he's granted a day. Goodheartedly, he said
Well, maybe it will get better.
It told him,
Unfortunately, it won't. It will only stay the same or get worse. And eventually my family will be able to mourn the man that he was. But he won't ever get better.
Possibly this was unfair to someone who was trying to give comfort. But it just sprung forth from me and really does reflect where portions of my thoughts are these days.