Passing from here to there

I didn't know passing is like this. We are just watching his breathe get weaker and weaker. At times he cough ... and you are scared.

If you believe in God ... watching this would challenge your faith.

My Dad.

He is dying. I am sitting next him. He is lying here dying in front of me.   I'm with my sister and we are telling our stories of our father.

I want to run out and not face this .... but I am glued to my seat. I need to be here with him. He maybe leaving us, but I can't leave him.