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The call came Thursday. 80 down I4, up to 95 on 27 just outside AP. I knew there wasn't much time. I had a few hours with him, but he couldn't speak. I think he knew I was here. He could squeeze my hand. His kidneys were failing, his breathing was shallow. I left with Hayli and Howard just to get out for a moment. I didn't want to stay here and literally "wait" for my dad to die. When I came back, I heard him. His lungs were filling with fluid and this gurgling noise was coming from his throat. I lost it. I was screaming, crying, hysterical. I thought that was it. I held on to Howard so tight. I calmed a little. I had to get away again. I went to my room to sit with Hayli and Howard. Then I heard my mom. I knew. When I got back to his room, he was gone. He was blue. He was already cold. It was unreal. My mom had to be put on a sedative. She was bad. We watched from the living room as they carried him out.
My daddy was dead.
My daddy was dead.