August 20, 2014

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12:02 p.m.

I followed the Spirit's prompting to visit Dad at the hospital alone. He was asleep, but I hugged him, kissed him, and he woke up. We talked briefly before he went to the bathroom and afterwards, I told him that I loved him and he said, "I want to die."

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