My father is in the hospital. He was admitted yesterday after he had a seizure and an ambulance was called. He has no memory of the incident and is currently very lost.
I visited him in the hospital today, he doesn’t know where he is, he has no memory of me.
He doesn’t remember who I am, he thinks I’m some random person, he’s calling me by some other name.
I feel relieved.
He did ne wrong in the past but never so much that i’d be reliever that he forgot me.
It’s the fact that I don’t feel sad that saddens me.