There are no words...
I thought that I would never have to see the same ER and triage nurses at the hospital again. I was wrong. There is perhaps nothing worse then seeing a loved one small, weak and helpless. And myself feeling useless that I can't do more. That I am entrusting my father's life to someone else who will regard him with upmost professionalism and compassion I hope.
I hope and I pray and hold my beath...
"Why is love so precious and so cruel?"
Erasure, Ship of Fools, The Innocents, 1988