For the last couple of months, my eyes have been bothering me.
Nothing like pink eye or anything but just itching.
Slightly light sensitive.
Slight mucus in the morning.
I was starting to get worried.
It was getting better but the light sensitivity was getting worse.
I could barely open my eyes while in the car especially during the day.
On Monday, I took myself to the eye doctor.
I had already tried a variety of things myself like removing my contacts for a few days.
Throwing away contacts.
Nothing was working.
The doctor asked me a variety of questions.
Looked at my vision which has not changed much.
Then he took some pictures of my eyes.
I know I look like my dad.
I know our eyes are very similar.
But when all I could see was my right and left eye by themselves.
Without the rest of my face.
All I could see was my dad.
His eye lashes.
And then all I could see was his eyes the last time I saw him.
Closed with his eye lashes curled the way some women must try hard to have.
His body laying on a hard cold table.
His arms cold from being dead for most of the day and laying in a fridge.
I miss my dad.
I miss his laugh.
I miss his giggle.
His birthday is next week.
He would have been 52 on Thursday.