My dad passed away yesterday (Wednesday… just about 13 hours ago).

It was somewhat expected, just not now, and not so quickly. From the time he was admitted to the ER on Saturday, it took less than two days before the doctors said there was nothing more they could do, and then less than two days from that until the end.

I guess the biggest lessons there are that it can take drastically less time than you think and that, for all their talents, doctors are not great at predicting death. Even Tuesday night, when we were deciding on next steps, we were being told 1-3 weeks. Wednesday morning we were told maybe days. It ended up being hours.

I’m okay. We’re okay. I was here, and had a chance to say goodbye and spend some time with him while he still recognized us and was able to (attempt to) communicate. And the sudden precipitous decline is a blessing in that it means he didn’t suffer in the end, which I am incredibly thankful for.

Also thank you to everyone that has been so understanding and supportive through this. All of you are amazing.