Last night about midnight, my father was rushed to the hospital.From what the doctors told us, there's nothing else they can do. Excepting a miracle, he has about a week left with us.
I don't really know how to deal with this, I wasn't expecting anything like this to happen.None of us were. He was just here Friday, and we spent the whole day together, him, my brother, and I. He was a little weak, but he seemed to be recovering. I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't make it.It's all so sudden.
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thine intercession was left unaided.
Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me.
Amen.
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Joe, there's little I can say or do to change anything, and I feel rather helpless, as I'm sure you do amidst all of the other things that you must be feeling. All I can say is allow yourself to feel as it comes. My guess is it seems unreal right now, and will only seem true later. So go with that for now. I have never lost a parent in adulthood so I don't know what it must be like. I can only assure you of my prayers.
Please keep us updated as and when you can but, of course, family has first claim to your time.
M
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