48 hours to live. What do you do when the doctors say your Dad has 48 hours to live? Well, leave the hospital together with your Mom, for a brief hour just to get some air and absorb this harsh message.
My entire body struggles against going back again. But I have to. Must finish this the right way, do the right thing. So now I’m here again, and it feels awful just to wait for something bad.
|Oops, how do I get down again?|