Put it in the random thread, but my dad had gotten put back in the hospital, and gone downhill really quickly. I talked to his nurse last night and she said I should be coming up as soon as I could if I wanted to see him while he was cognizant. I talked to him and told him I wanted to see him and said even though he wasn't sure if he wanted me to see him that way, I asked him if it was okay if I came up. And he said he would love to see me one more time. He missed me and he would like for me to be there.
I got off the phone. Booked my one way flight. Called my jobs. My best friend booked hers to go with me, same flight.
I got a call just before 1 am and he's gone. He's fucking gone, and I can't breathe and the only thing I can do is be so mad at him, because he KNEW I was coming and he KNEW I'd be there the next day and I have this guilt because I know he hurt but all I can think is how fucking dare he leave me to do this.
I can't adult. I can't handle this. I'm so broken.
"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
I'm so sorry. Whatever feelings you are having right now are ok. I have recently lost my father too so if you want to talk I'm here. Feel free to PM me any time.