Dear you,
You have Motor Neurone Disease. Everyday you are suffering, everyday I see you struggle to eat, walk, talk, some basic things that we all take for granted; and its because of MND. The deadly disease that took over and changed your life a year and a half ago.
I remember so clearly. You picked me up from school, took me to Mcdonalds, took me to the library because I loved books, and you read to me. You walked with me and ate with me and now you cannot do that. You used to come home from work in a happy mood and give my mum a kiss. You gave our family a roof, food, and love.
Now that you are almost paralysed because of this deadly terminal disease, you cannot do any of that anymore. You cannot peck my mum on the cheek or ruffle my hair, you cannot take me on random long road trips. You can barely speak. And I miss your voice.
I know that you will not be here for my graduation, or walk me down the aisle, or see my children grow. Because by then, MND will have won and you will be gone.
I find it so hard to prepare that I am going to lose you daddy. I am trying my best but its all I ever think about now. I cant see mum so distressed and depressed. I cant watch my brothers cry because they have to watch you suffer everyday. Daddy, I wish you would get better. But I know. I know that it will only get worse. Life only gets worse.
I love you so much Daddy. Its something I never say in person, but I really do love you. This is just as hard for me as it is hard for you. When you suffer, I suffer too. May Allah ease your suffering and provide you ease. I pray everyday for you.
Love, me.