I saw an old man have a seizure today when I was out with my dad.

It was really quite terrifying to experience…he looked so terrified and just couldn’t stop shaking. He looked so respectable too, you know? He looked like he had an office job and he was clean and well dressed - nothing like the dirty alcoholics or junkies wandering around town- you wouldn’t have expected it looking at him. My dad rushed over to help him (since no one else did at first, ughn) but when I looked at his eyes I really thought he was a goner.

It reminded me of the ones my mum has took in the past. And the sad part is that it was minor compared to what happened to her. The memory is so terrifying even now, and mixed with my mum’s already horrendous health and how badly she takes care of herself nowadays…the eventual outcome is obvious, frightening, and sometimes I feel it’s inevitable.

My dad had a lot of palpitations today and that worried me too. He’d always been as tough as old nails in the past but he’s getting old now and his health is turning. I hate to think how fragile my parent’s health is. They’re the only people I have.