I’m sitting in another hospital room, this time my father lies on the bed no longer conscious enough to respond to talk or touch.

His breathing raspy and harsh for a few moments then nothing for a few moments more. His body is reaching the end of its fight. It’s been a week since the stroke.

I think he’ll pass away today. He held on to see my brother and sister, he held on through Christmas Day but tomorrow is my birthday and I selfishly don’t want him to pass then.

My mother and hubby have gone to get coffee and I should be spending this alone time thanking him for all the good things and telling him how much I love him but instead I’m rendered mute.

Tears fall from my eyes and the only voice I can muster is to speak with my fingers, on here. Typing into the void.

May you Rest In Peace Dad. I love you.

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