So my Father was diagnosed with hepatitis C when i was 11. He was a Vietnam POW, and suffered a life long battle of Bipolar, and PTSD. He had his issues, but was the most loving, funny man i ever knew. He was near death, and by a miracle got a transplant from a family friend that passed in an accident. He developed Diabetes, and in the following years had Staph infection, hernias, an open wound, and i repress the rest. I gave up on a social life to take care of him. After 6 years of pain, he had a brain hemrage from his blood thinners. We took him to an ER, yet it was too late. We decided to take him off life support. I stayed by his side for 3 hours. Watching him gasp for air before finally passing. I miss him.. He was my only friend through my life.. And he's gone.. Except in my dreams