My father's condition is not improving. He and I had had multiple discussions about this, so did the rest of our family members, but I am still shaking when I think that everything would be over any moment soon. My lips say things like wanting to put him out of his pain and misery as soon as possible, but my heart still hurts. Memories and regrets flood in as I try to fight back the tears, looking at my father for the last few times and trying to console the other family members. The hands I hold are cold, the faces I look at are emotionally drained, but we are together. Even if we are not ready, we will still be together.
I can only pray.