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Mum and I spent the night alone. Ingrid went home, and Damon and Mark stuck around in the hospital overnight. Mum was a bit annoyed because Damon didn't bother to call us. I wasn't so much worried, but my ears were pricked up waiting for them to come home. I figured they may have been sleeping at the hospital (and keeping a vigil with Dad, just in case something happened), though I didn't know for sure.

In the morning, Damon and Mark came back home. My guess was right - they were staying there overnight, so they would be there in case something did happend. But nothing did, though.

I still had some outstanding issues with Damon and Mark the previous night, and really needed to have a chat to them about it. Being told it was 'not about me' and then to 'shut up' on top of being sick was like a double whammy and they needed to know it wasn't appreciated. I also said that if I was going to be 'selfish' and 'make it about me', I would not listen to a word they said. In fact, I wouldn't have dropped everything (like I did the previous day), packed my bags and go down on a long and uncomfortable 3-hour drive. So, what did I have to gain the respect, tolerance and consideration I felt I deserved more of? I figured that if they were going to think of me as 'selfish' then they would have thought so, regardless whether or not I dropped everything just so I could be with the rest of the family in their time of need.

And to make it worse, I would have had to cancel my trip to China and postpone it till a later date.

Then it was a trip to the hospital. Dad was still breathing in that funny way again, but he didn't have all the other tubes going into his body, only the one where he was administered morphine to relieve the pain. We did various things to pass the time, like read magazines and play video games on Damon's iPhone. ThenDamon and Mark stuck around, while at lunch time, Ingrid, Mum and I went and had lunch at some posh coffee shop in Milton. We had some nice lunch, and then walked around Milton before going back. We stuck around for most of the day until 5pm. After that, we went shopping and then back home (Ingrid went back to her own place as well to put dinner on etc).

Then, after Mum and I had dinner, Ingrid came back again and told us we needed to go to hospital. It didn't sound too good, and she looked unhappy (like she was crying). Then we got there at about 6.30 to find Dad had passed away. The cause of death - 'aspiration pneumonia'.

Damon was there when it happened. He saw Dad open his eyes, and then asked him if it was 'the end'. Then it was 'good bye' forever, and by the time we got there, it was like 'silence' all around us.I felt really awful, but knew he was 'in a better place' where he wasn't suffering. I was saying stupid things like how I should have been the one dying etc, but I knew it wouldn't bring him back even if I also was to die.

Anyway, it was plans for the funeral and stuff the following day.