I had a gofundme before that raised $850 for my dads hospital bills in the beginning. So if you saw that, you have a very vague idea of how this all started

But my dad has been in the hospital since June 30th. He has been through SO much, seriously. I've never seen someone fight for their life so damn hard. He hasn't caught a break in 110 days. Crazy to think it's even been that long. Actually breaks my heart to see it written out. We did have some good days, where we have caught a couple words (he always did weakly tell me he loved me back, thank god) or it seemed like he was making some serious progress. It fills you with so much hope, like a wow he might actually be getting better! Then SOMETHING else always happened. A few of those days, i'd be visiting & he'd look great, but within hours of me leaving, we'd get a bad news call.


My dad died for 10 minutes the other day & was without oxygen to his brain for 30. He was already so critically ill, this was truly the cap to the chaos. They say my dad will never be the same. After the strokes, this, & everything in between, my dad is truly fighting a losing battle.


At the end of the day, he is not getting better. He is fighting issue after issue & I truly believe he is only fighting for his family, not even for himself anymore. I do believe and hope for miracles, but we have decided to let my dad go later today. 


If you knew my dad, you knew how much he loved to work. He hated not being able to do anything & realistically, he would never be able to do the things he loved to do again. After all of this, he didn't even remember who my daughter was.. my daughter that he was so excited to meet and see. I thank God for allowing them to meet, even if it were only for a minuscule 5 months. Unfortunately, she will not truly know him, & I will suffer living with that for the rest of my life. I will go on to get married, have more kids, watch my kids grow up, and face plenty of life obstacles that my dad will not get to be around for. I never thought i'd lose a parent this young being that they had me so young themselves. My dad is still physically here, but I feel like he's been gone.. this whole thing has been really hard. I've gone from crying to him & telling him its okay to let go thinking he was going to die, to two days later laughing to him because I was telling him he tricked me. This has truly been the hardest thing in my life that I've ever had to deal with.


I ask that if any family or friends are going to reach out to his parents, or siblings that you wait a few days to allow them some time to deal with their own emotions. If god forbid, he does pass in the next few days, I've put together another gofundme to hopefully help me and my family in any way. Between 110 days worth of hospital bills, alone, we are truly going to be faced with a lot of financial burden. If you really read this far, thank you.