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<blockquote data-quote="Khalil" data-source="post: 320300" data-attributes="member: 9938"><p>I can relate, last time I saw my father was at 4AM (he passed away at 6AM), I stayed by his side all night until he asked me to get sleeping because the next day I had school (it was Monday, 27th of January 2014), all I said to him was 'good night dad, get well, I'll see you in the morning)', I slept for two hours and then my mother woke me up at 6:30AM, I instantly knew something was wrong as I usually wake up at 7AM, I didn't think much of it, I took a glimpse at him (since you already know my room is right next to his), I saw him laying there, I thought he was sleeping, I went to the bathroom then came back to say good morning and check on him, when I got close to him, I noticed he wasn't breathing (and other signs that indicated he's gone), I refused to accept that he's gone and went into a state of denial, I kept asking him to wake up but no response, I collapsed and stayed on the ground for three hours straight, laying my head on the wall, looking at his body, until the men who were going to wash him up and cover him and get him ready for the burial came, when they started washing him, I was there, I couldn't stand the look of my father being prepared for burial, so I fainted and stayed that way for 5 minutes (so I was told), I stayed next to his grave the entire after-noon after the burial, crying for him and feeling guilt for not staying with him for the next few hours, maybe I could have been there for him when he was dying, maybe I could have said goodbye, maybe..</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="Khalil, post: 320300, member: 9938"] I can relate, last time I saw my father was at 4AM (he passed away at 6AM), I stayed by his side all night until he asked me to get sleeping because the next day I had school (it was Monday, 27th of January 2014), all I said to him was 'good night dad, get well, I'll see you in the morning)', I slept for two hours and then my mother woke me up at 6:30AM, I instantly knew something was wrong as I usually wake up at 7AM, I didn't think much of it, I took a glimpse at him (since you already know my room is right next to his), I saw him laying there, I thought he was sleeping, I went to the bathroom then came back to say good morning and check on him, when I got close to him, I noticed he wasn't breathing (and other signs that indicated he's gone), I refused to accept that he's gone and went into a state of denial, I kept asking him to wake up but no response, I collapsed and stayed on the ground for three hours straight, laying my head on the wall, looking at his body, until the men who were going to wash him up and cover him and get him ready for the burial came, when they started washing him, I was there, I couldn't stand the look of my father being prepared for burial, so I fainted and stayed that way for 5 minutes (so I was told), I stayed next to his grave the entire after-noon after the burial, crying for him and feeling guilt for not staying with him for the next few hours, maybe I could have been there for him when he was dying, maybe I could have said goodbye, maybe.. [/QUOTE]

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