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I wrote previous posts under f-lock, but I guess it's about time I shared the (bad) news: my father is dying. There is no chance of recovery. My life will continue as normal for a bit (because there's nothing else I can do) but underlying every breath I take is that fact that my stepfather has limited breaths left and no conscious mind.

We don't know how long it will take and I don't want to talk about it in public, so I'm disabling comments. It feels all kinds of wrong: I never disable comments. So many things feel all kinds of wrong at the moment.

To all the friends who have sent me wishes and got in contact: you are wonderful. Every one of you. I feel much less alone because every single one of you is in the world. You give me hope and you remind me that life still contains many blessings.