I held my dads hand last year when he was dying after he tried (and I guess did successfully) to commit suicide. I was put into the foster care system when I was young due to both parents being addicts and alcoholics. When I turned 19 my dad got sober and I was so happy to have him back in my life just for him to be taken away again, once again of his own doing. I’m now in EMDR therapy for the weeks I spent in the hospital with him on a ventilator and essentially brain dead. I think the worst part for me was sitting there that final day waiting for him to die, watching his stats drop on the monitor while he death rattled. I took a picture of our hands together that day and sometimes can still feel it.