My father is dying.
By all accounts he should be dead already. A little blood vessel right at the back of his head has expanded, clotted, hardened, and grown.
Usually when that happens, it bursts and kills you.
But nope, his will swell and grow and press against his brain, and kill a part of him every single day, until I have lost him a hundred times over.
I have lost him, it just hasnt happened yet.