I lost my father 2 days ago, on New Years Eve. It happened so fast, I got a called Christmas Eve and found out Christmas Day the surgeons couldn’t do anything for the infection that had spread through half of his body in a matter of days. I flew up to be with him for a few days and got to hold his hand, but seeing him that way will forever be in my memory and the heartbreak and look in his eyes. They said his organs would soon start failing so I had to give them consent to remove all life support, as they were keeping him stable for me to make it there and be able to see him before he passed. He ended up passing the day after I flew back home…I wished so bad I could have been there, but I think he didn’t want me to be there for that part. There are so many unanswered questions I can’t stop thinking about and I know it can’t change the fact that he’s gone, but he was taken too soon and someone could have saved him. I have such an empty sadness and I don’t even want to wake up every day, but I have 2 kids to care for and I know I have to pull it together, but god it is so hard.

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