Today my father is dying. His body is no longer able to handle dialysis so it has been taking it's toll on him. He was admitted into a Hospice facility on Monday morning. We thought he might be able to hang on for about 10 days but the toxins in his system are proving to much. I should be there by his side holding his hand, personally telling him how much he will be missed and thanking him for everything he has done for me in this life, but I'm unable to because of the a$$hole pervert from New York. I have to be here a thousand miles away in order to attend a preliminary hearing tomorrow morning that my 15 year old daughter has been subpeona'd to attend and testify. The pervert will be in the courtroom as well and there is no way in hell I could let my daughter be there without my presence. The cost of this is missing the opportunity to see my dad one last time.
This has been the hardest decision I've ever had to make but in my heart it feels like the right one and the one my dad would want me to make. I just hate it.
