It was the night after a long weekend (Holy Week) when all my bags were packed and ready to leave for work the next day; but for some reason, I didn’t feel like going. That same night, at around 11 PM, we were awakened by a call from my Ninong who told us that Tatay was in the hospital, and we needed to go immediately to sign some papers. We shrugged off the possibility that it was serious while on our way. Maybe, we just need to sign a waiver, a discharge order, or whatever. However, we learned that he was comatosed upon arriving. They put him in a catheter…