Well, today has been a shitty day. I woke up and then had to rush to the hospital. My entire extended family was there, and we all said our final goodbyes to my father. It was extremely depressing; lots of crying. Background: my dad went into the hospital a month ago to detox. He was a drinker, you see. A month and a tracheostomy later, and here we are. My mother, brothers and I have been awake all night, waiting for news. Time of death: 11:50 pm. I'm still in shock. My dad, gone. Just like that.