So, it DOES get worse

I received a call a few hours ago, informing me that my father was terribly close to death.

And, about an hour later, I received "the" call, telling me that he was gone.

I haven't grasped the enormity of all of this quite yet. I understand it perfectly in my mind, but at the moment, my physical self refuses to respond accordingly.

It has been inexplicably proven to me that just when you think things can't possibly get any worse, they actually can and quite often do.

I knew that these three days were going to be bittersweet and gut-wrenching to begin with, but I never imagined anything of this nature would happen.

My God.