Transparent. 

Transparent. 

The whole month of April went by in one foul sweep for my family. Every single day was spent in a hospital room. March 31, 2015 is a day that will forever been engrained into my mind. I received a phone call from one of my brothers saying I needed to get to the hospital—dad was in critical condition. Fast forward to today, after a month of recovering from a ruptured brain aneurysm—21 days in the ICU and 10 days at the #1 rehabilitation center in the United States—my dad is now in the next stage of his recovery: at home.

The last month of my family’s life has been exposed to hundreds if not thousands of people. Until this last month, I never truly understood what being “an open book” actually meant.

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