Life takes strange turns.

My dad got into an accident.
He broke some bones.

In the hospital bed, he sounded hopeless. He kept thinking about the end of life.
Deep in thought, he turned to me, and asked me "Where is he? The man you spoke about? Is he still here?"

I was lost for words.

I had begged him to stay. Hoping that maybe some day my dad would say yes.

Life is so miserable.

My dad is so frail now. I love my dad. I haven't said hi to him in 3 days. I will call him tomorrow now.
It must be so miserable to be in the hospital, with no family for 22 out of 24 hours.

Why is life so miserable?