For the last 25 days I have been fighting for my dad the way he has always fought for me. When he came into the hospital 25 days ago he trusted that they would do everything they could for him but for 6 days he suffered, while I begged and fought for them to do something. On the 21st of April he was sent back to ICU  and placed on the ventilator. I have not heard my daddy’s voice since that day. He had declined so much so that his body has failed to recover. He has fought so hard but the doctors say there is nothing else they can do for him. My daddy was a person who would give his last to anyone regardless of who they were. My dad made me his whole world.. he never complained and he hated to ask for help. I am asking for help as my dad did not have a plan set in place and I have missed a large amount of work. I am hurting deeply as they have called “his family“ in and are making him comfortable. I am going to be here with my dad as he transitions to his new body. A body with no pain and no suffering.. 😞💔 As heartbroken and lost, I am holding on to the thought of him being welcomed in to the arms of Jesus .. as he promised, an eternity of no sorrow, no pain and no tears. 
 

My world will never be the same. 💔 I love you with all my heart, daddy.