*hug*
Hoping for a Christmas miracle. And not just the hockey kind.
Well.
There is none to happen.
Over last few days, they put Dad on ECMO (external blood circulation). Succesfully.
But the lungs were not healing. The doctor who talked to me and Mom, when we went to see him (also his longtime friend), told us in other words that X-Ray implied the lungs to be all but FUBAR even before that.
Eventually they had to put him off the ECMO, because of thrombosis risk.
He died in his sleep.
...
He still had so much to see and experience.
To see my sister marry. To see a grandkid. To see me finish the fu^king school. To see US national parks again. To move from the city to a village closer to his friends. To see CZE win Worlds or Olympics.
One of the last long-term things he did before admission was helping the son of his best friend who died to Covid before to get his former job at Mercedes
...
Nada. There ain’t no fu^king justice except the one we get for ourselves.