2001-05-15 - 11:51 p.m.

The End

My father died tonight. He had another crisis and he just stopped breathing. This only happened two hours ago.

He seemed to be getting better, in fact the people I talked to earlier today said that they were ready to release him from the hospital, all we needed was a bed in a nursing home.

I've been running myself ragged the last couple of days, taking care of the things he was going to need when he got out of the hospital. Now there is no point.

I was working on a couple of entries, but I've trashed them. I don't feel like writing in the past tense any more.

I will have more to say about this later.

Right now I'd like to thank my readers and Diaryland friends who have sent me their kind wishes. They are much appreciated.