Here is what no one tells you about watching your wonderful dad slowly slipping away in front of you

Here is what no one tells you about watching your wonderful dad slowly slipping away in front of you 
HuffPost Personal; by Jill Bodach; 10/25/25 
... When I get the call at 2:30 a.m. from my dad’s nursing home, dread slaps me awake, and I answer in an almost whisper. They say, “Your father is having trouble breathing. We’ve sent him to Bridgeport Hospital.” ... In the emergency department, I am led into a waiting room. ... He is transferred to the ICU, and again I am told to wait. ... When I am finally allowed to see him, family members in other rooms look up when I walk by. Some smile and nod. A knowing. I smile back. We’re all in this together in some weird way the universe has planned. ...