Instead I took my dad to the doctor.
He is not himself, has lost weight and is more tired and short of breath than usual.
This was the mountain of a man I knew could move boulders when I was little. He worked like a horse and raised us to respect our elders and take pride in our heritage.
This man shaped me.
So to see him so frail is confronting. And to see my mum care for him so fiecely, with little regard for her own needs is also difficult to accept.
But Life is like this. Brutal and beautiful, harsh and unforgiving. It becomes increaingly obvious to me that as life deals it's cards, every challenge is an opportunity to learn, to withstand and grow. The inevitability of the cycle puts absolutely everything into perspective.
The paperwork can wait...