I will be back at the hospital again in four and a half hours. I should be asleep and I just can't. And so I'm writing.
This is my deep, dark secret. The thing that probably most defines me, and is not about me. My dad has tried to commit suicide five times. The most recent being last night.
He's in the ICU in a coma. They don't know how long his brain was without oxygen. They don't know if he'll wake up. My mom is there in case he does. I just came home, ostensibly to get a little sleep, to get some stuff for tomorrow.
His name is Michael. If you pray, please pray for him. If you think positive thoughts, please send them to him. If you visualize, please, please imagine him opening his eyes and being OK.
I love him so very, very much. I am trying to be hopeful, despite the fact that the doctors say signs are not good.