His body was in the same room as us, but his mind?
Can I tell you how sad it is to be in the presence of the man who's personality used to be larger than a television evangelist's?
He just sits.
He'll answer questions with one word answers.
His eyes are all wrong. Empty. Distant. Not my dad's.
He doesn't hug back when I hug him.
He just stands there and pats my shoulder.
When I say, "Love ya dad", he just nods with a empy smile.
Sooooo hard. So hard.
I fought tears the whole day.