He got rushed to the hospital Sunday morning with a ruptured aneurysm, and yesterday he seemed to be stable and well, even talking and asking for water and wanting to go home.
His conditions precipitated in the morning, he slipped in a coma and did not wake up. I had arrived there at around midday, and was about to go in to check with the nurses, when my sister walked up to me with a face that said everything.
Now I'm moving through the trappings of informing everyone, make the arrangments for the funeral and sustain my family and his widow.
People who went through this, how did you handle it?
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Thank you all for your kind words and sharing your own experiences, I wholeheartedly appreciated reading your answers.
Strangely enough I feel weird, but not sad.
Maybe it will hit me later. Lots of people that I don't know keep coming to see him and I have to shake hands, understand who they are, usher them in.
Also, I always thought it's weird how people look different when they lay in there. They don't look like the people they were at all.
Strangely enough I feel weird, but not sad.
Maybe it will hit me later. Lots of people that I don't know keep coming to see him and I have to shake hands, understand who they are, usher them in.
Also, I always thought it's weird how people look different when they lay in there. They don't look like the people they were at all.
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Perhaps it's just me being selfish, but the one thing I keep thinking about is that my daughter is due to be born next month, and he won't meet her.
