The worst day of my life

On Saturday my 60 year-old dad had a sudden stroke. The night before he was laughing and joking with my mum, and the next morning he was being carted out unconscious by an ambulance with a huge bleed in his brain, and he hasn't regained consciousness since. It's very serious and they are quite sure he won't make it. We've spent the majority of the past two days at hospitals, talking organ donation, brain death, blood pressure, hope and memories.

I wish I could have said goodbye and that I love him. He is still with us, but not. Without the machines he wouldn't be with us. He is being monitored to see how we should proceed. It would take a miracle for him wake up, and even then he would probably have major brain damage.

I just wanted to let you know that I'll be absent from the blog for a while until things aren't so stressy and terrible. I hope no one else has had to deal with something like this. It feels like something that only happens to "other people". I'm in a constant state of surrealism.

Please, guys. Tell your loved ones that you love and appreciate them. Even if you think they already know, or you feel weird about saying it. You'll regret it if you don't.