My dad passed away a few days ago. This has been so hard for me to talk about but I know that I must. I am so thankful that I got to be with him before he died but nothing really prepares you to lose your parents at this age. Children are supposed to outlive their parents but this is too wide of a margin. I went to the hospital that day thinking that the next day he would leave ICU and everything would eventually get back to normal. Well, the next day he did leave ICU but he did not leave it alive. If you ask me, he officially died that day that I saw him for by the next day there really was not anything left to save despite the doctors trying. There is nothing that prepares you for that helpless feeling you get when you know there is nothing more to be done but you desperate need there to be an undo button for real life. A way to change those moments that after the fact are so easy to identify. Those turning points when the result could have been affected and the harsh reality banished.
