I don't think we can ever be prepared enough to see a loved one fighting for their lives in a hospital bed.

At least I wasn't.

Hearing of your fall only a few weeks before was sad, but I didn't think much of it because I thought you would be okay and back to normal in just a few days.

I was wrong.

I tried to prepare myself as best I could before I went to see you yesterday. My family had told me what to expect, but I don't think it hit me until I saw you with my own eyes.

I'll be honest, I was a nervous wreck that morning from the time I woke up to the time I walked into your room. I was so anxious I was literally shaking. I took many, many deep breaths walking down that hallway trying to calm myself down.

I had been told that you could open your eyes, but it was like no one was home.

But I knew you could see me.

You looked right at me, and I said what you always tell me, that I just get prettier every time you see me.

I knew you could tell I was there.

I held your hand and talked your ear off for probably three hours. I told you that I stopped at Starbucks on the way down because you always remind me how much I love my coffee. I updated you on my life, college, summer jobs, family, and reminded you of all the good memories we had.

I told you how much I loved you and how much you were cared for by your friends and family.

I read you some of my favorite passages from the Bible. I prayed with you, and I prayed for you. I prayed for Jesus to be in that small hospital room with you every second of every day. I prayed for healing.

It pained me to leave you. I didn't want to leave you alone. So, I walked out to my car, dropped off my stuff, and sat by the river next to the hospital.

Feeling the cool breeze reminded me that God has a plan. He reminded me that this is a part of life, and it's okay to be sad.

But, you can't let it break you.

So, Papa Tip, know that whatever happens, I will be okay. Your family will be okay.