Thing christmas was like no other. My dad passed away on Tuesday, December 22nd, three days before Christmas. My family and I always thought he was going to come home. Maybe not for the holidays but eventually. He was doing so good. Physical therapy was coming along, slowly but coming along. It just happened so suddenly. Sunday is when everything went downhill and it all ended on Tuesday. Because of his wishes in his living testament, he was taken of his ventilator. The issue with the ventilator was different from it had been just because before he was conscience. He lost all consciencness on Sunday night and never returned. I never got to say good-bye or talk to him since he went into the hospital in mid-September.
All day today I just kept thinking, “I wish Dad was here.” The thing is that it’s not just me, my mom and brother are having a hard time dealing with it too. I knew this was going to happen, that my dad was going to pass away but it still hurts when it happens. We have all the arrangements already set for Sunday and Monday. I guess the biggest thing is that it still hasn’t set it and the question I keep asking myself is when.
