My fathers death and my hospital stay.

I know I have not written anything in a while. A lot has happened. Where to start? Well, one night my cousin decided to sleep on our couch right next to my father's hospital bed so that my mother and I could get some sleep. That sounded good until 12 am when I woke up and knew something was wrong with me. I was covered in spots, my head was fuzzy, and I was light headed. My cousin took me to the hospital where they told me I had a fever of 105. I spent 8 days in the hospital while they treated me. In the mean time my mother could not handle my father on her own so they put him in hospice. When I got out of the hospital the nurses called and said we had to take my father back cause he wasn't dying fast enough. He came home in an ambulance. The ride was rough on him but he was talking. He was so happy to see me and see that I was ok that he started to cry. That was 1 pm. By 5 pm he was in a coma where he felt no pain and by 11 he was gone, surrounded by his family and friends. I will continue telling you what happened and how I am doing but right now that is all I have the strength to write. Talk to you soon.