Fly me courageous, I made it to Atlanta. Every song I listened to somehow reminded me of my dad. I cried for miles and miles.
I'm at Emory right now. My dad is having bradychardia every 3-4 mins. His pulse is a steady 46 bpm, dipping down to 43 bpm. He is waning. We laid our hands on him and released him from this life and the other blessings of healing that he had received. Since then he's stopped twitching. It shouldn't be long now.