Worst Day Ever.

This is pretty much just a rant to keep me sane. I've been sitting in the ICU wing of my local hospital for nearly 24 hours now, waiting for my father to pass away. The doctors didn't think he'd even last the night, but here I am. Since I'm next of kin and everything, I've been doing paperwork for his final wishes, stuff like that. And it sucks. In my 22 years I've never felt this lost. I suppose life goes on, and he has been sick, however last week he was apparently fine. And yesterday morning, just unconscious, etc. I know he didn't want to be kept alive by a machine, and the doctors told me there is a 0% chance of him coming out of this alive. I literally just made the decision to stop administering antibiotics, and start a morphine drip. So NS, be thankful for what you do have, because you never know about tommorow.