George's dad dies.

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I knew it, I knew it last week with the upcoming trailer for this week. The family standing around watching the dad die. I was there. My brothers and Mom looking to someone for what do we do? Me. I have felt that. Knowing he was in pain, and letting him go on. I wanted him to live, get better. I knew it as soon as they put him back on the vent I knew he wouldnt make it. I wanted to believe, needed to hold on.

The end of the show when George says that he doesnt know how to live without his Dad. I know that. We, our family were defined by him. He was the anchor to what we are. Our history is wrapped up in his pride. A man that lives for his family that was dad. Pop loved us more than my words could define. He fought hard, fought real hard. He didnt want to die I know it was too soon. Izzie saying that no money can replace him true but man we will sue the hell out of those drs that made mistakes. I ask myself everyday everyday, what could I have done different. I would change everything.

Maryellen died 5 months to the day of my dad. I have to believe that she is now telling him about Jack and the girls and me Mom. I feel like I am dying tonight, all over again. My heart is broken fresh open. This episode just sent me over the edge. Greys Anatomy, just told the story almost identical to the story of my father and our struggle to live, and die with respect.
Goodnight Poppy, I miss you more now than ever.
I wish just a few words could come to me from you that all was ok.
I am crying, hard hot tears. first time in months.

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