My papa had to have surgery on his leg at the hospital. The surgery was fine, but then the doctor came in and told my grandma that my papa had a blood clot and that he would have to stay at the hospital for a couple more days. They told my grandma that he would be fine, so my papa said "Linda you can go home and come back in the morning." So that's what she did. The next morning, thr hospital called her at about 7:30. They told her that my papa was unresponsive. She rushed to the hospital and they told her that they had got him stable. The nurses had put a tube down his throat to help get the fluid out if his stomach. He couldn't really breathe with that tube down his throat, and he kept trying to breathe, but he couldn't. His eyes were open and he could hear, but he couldn't talk. My mom and dad told me that I couldn't go in the room and see him because it might scare me seeing my papa like that. My grandma and her 5 sons sat in the room with him and the doctor unplugged all the machines and let my grandma and her sons say goodbye. My papa only lived for about another 15 minutes. He passed away on January 8,2013 at 1:28p.m. I miss him a lot and I never really got to say goodbye to him.