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Even at the age of 93, my father continues to face so much pain, and it breaks me deeply to see him suffer. At this age, his body has grown frail, and even the smallest discomfort feels magnified. I watch him every day—sometimes restless, sometimes quiet, sometimes trying to hide his suffering so I don’t worry too much. But I see it in his eyes, I feel it in his silence, and I know the battle he is fighting within himself. As his child, it’s one of the hardest things in life to witness: the man who once stood so strong, who carried me through every storm, now struggling with weakness and pain that I cannot take away from him.
I do everything I can to ease his suffering—whether it’s preparing his medicines, helping him rest, or simply sitting beside him and holding his hand so he knows he’s not alone. I try to keep him comfortable, to offer him love, patience, and care in every small way possible. Yet, no matter how much I do, there’s a part of me that feels helpless because I can’t stop the pain itself. Watching him go through this struggle tears my heart apart, and there are moments when I cry silently, praying for his relief.
At night, when I close my eyes, I find myself praying to God with all my heart—asking for healing, asking for peace, asking for strength for my father to endure these days with as little suffering as possible. I beg God to take away his pain and replace it with calm, to wrap him in divine comfort. More than anything, I want my father to feel peace, to rest without agony, and to know that he is deeply loved every moment of his life.
No child ever wants to see their parent in pain, especially when that parent has given them a lifetime of love, sacrifice, and strength. I continue to stay by his side, to fight this battle with him, and to pray for healing with unwavering faith. My father means everything to me, and I trust that God is listening to my prayers. 🙏💔😢
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