Day One. Friday October 5th
My dad had a stroke today. A bad one. Doctors aren't expecting him to survive. 

I just got home from the hospital, where I spent an evening with my dad, my step-mum, Kay, my step-brother Bill, my sister, Lily and the bishop of dad's church, along with some missionaries. 

When Lily and I arrived at his hospital room, I immediately burst into tears and Kay asked me not to cry infront of him because he doesn't know the severity of what's happened. I went to the lounge area to compose myself before I went in to see him. 

He's drifting in and out of consciousness, but when he's awake, he's so relaxed and calm, despite being in tremendous amounts of pain.  

When it was Lily's and my turn to sit with him, (only two visitors allowed at a time), we lightened the load by making a few jokes with him and even had him laughing. Baring in mind the no crying near him rule, I really focussed hard on not becomming emotional. Then, Lily went to get him some water and he reached for my hand. We held hands and stared at each other silently for a while and then Dad said this; 

Dad: My beautiful daughter. 
Me: My beautiful dad.
Dad: I've got a headache, Annie
Me: I know
Dad: I'm tired too. I'm going to sleep soon.
Me: I know (no more fighting tears, they're streaming down my face)
Dad: I love you, chick. 
Me: I love you too. Thank you, dad.
Dad: Anytime, mate. Make sure you take care of Lily
Me: Always. 
Me: Are you scared?
Dad: No darlin'. I'm going home. 

I just wanted to record this day, incase I can't remember it, down the track. 

I'm home for a rest and back to hospital in the morning. I'm not doing anything else until the moment is upon us. He brought me into the world and I want to be there when ....

I love my Dad. I love him so much