Funny usually when you come home from a hospital it's to health and renewed life. Realizing tonight that it's just the opposite for Dad. I'm not ready to go there and probably one reason why I gave the Rehab center a try. It was the only thing left before admitting that if he comes home it will be... in God's time. Nothing more I can do but make him happy and as comfortable as possible. It's so hard to face and I'm so tired. All I've been able to do is handle the logistics. Tonight at 2 AM the emotions of the past month are hitting. Guess that is good. Now maybe I can sleep.