My father is dying.

He was admitted to the hospital in acute pancreatitis. Since then, his liver, kidneys, and lungs, have joined the "Fuck you, i'm not going to work properly parade."

I always thought my dad was invincible growing up. reconciling that distorted vision with the man I see in front of me in a hospital bed covered in tubes, lines, and wires, restrained because he is disoriented, is heartbreaking.

And I had to say it.
But I don't feel better.