Dad died on August 17 at 11:30 PM. No matter how much you think you prepare for it, the moment you hear the news you totally lose it. I know I did. Going to the hospice and seeing him after they called me was really hard. I didn't think I would be able to do it, but somehow I had the strength.
He's not in pain now. He's with God. I'm comforted by that.
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