Dad passed away last night.
It was actually like what people say - it was peaceful. We were all there in his room and his breathing stopped and he turned white.
I tried to find a nurse and when I came back to the room he breathed again.
I got the nurse. He took his last breath and she took his pulse. He was gone.
I'm so sad. But I'm glad he's not lying there anymore. But part of me doesn't believe it.
I miss him already.
