My father has rapidly gotten worse. It has gone from "it's a matter of weeks", to days.. I don't know the correct term, but he stops breathing (in his sleep) regularely, about 15-20 seconds.
Right now, as I sit as his (death)bed at the hospital, I almost wish that he doesn't have to wake up again. His while life revolves around pain, being stuck in a hospital bed. Can't eat, urinating through a catheter, heavily medicated to ease the pain and the anxiety over the fact that he knows that his time is almost up. Can hardly even speak anymore, hardly even anything at all.
I have at least told him how much I love him, so there will be no regrets of things I wished I had told him.
All I do, is lay awake listening to his breaths, knowing that at some point, the one will come that is his last.
This whole situation feels "unreal". It's hard to really take in that my father, who has been there for me all my life, will soon be gone.