Weelllllllllllll then...
I had the worst dream ever last night. I was visiting my dad at the hospital so I went into his room and he was fine. He was pacing from left to right talking about moving the bucket over there but he couldn't remember why he had to move the bucket but his mom told him to move the bucket before she died. So I called the nurse in and she told me he was going into delirium(sp?)!! So I helped her put my dad into a harness that would hold him to his bed so he couldn't wander around anymore. When the nurse left, I took his hand and we talked for a while. We were there alone, so we talked about almost everything. Then I don't remember what happened next, then I remember kissing his hand then he died. I woke up crying..god, it was so scary..I don't wanna think about it anymore. I'm glad I got it down into something..My eyes are still a little puffy, seeing as I just woke up an hour or so ago..I don't really wanna go to the funeral tomorrow..but we're going to Tim Horton's around 9 in the morning. Yaysies. I love Tim's..wow, I have ADD!