When my dad passed away it was by far the worst day of my life. All the anti-rejection drugs that were keeping his heart pumping were slowly deteriorating his other organs. We knew this day would eventually come, but none of us really wanted to accept it. Really, how can anyone be prepared to lose their parent?
The reality of our parent's mortality was something we couldn't (as much as we wanted to) avoid any longer. We just wanted to find something -- anything -- that could, at the very least, buy him a few more years. We all had a collective awakening. What seemed so important before became just so laughably trivial.