hmm.
So I guess I really havent accepted the fact that my father is gone.
Like, emotionally.
When I think of him, I block out his death.
And when my mother told me that when I went to say goodbye,
that he couldnt understand me, that he had already been "clinically braindead"
for two weeks BEFORE we stopped treatment, that shit didnt help at all.
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