My dad was still stable yesterday when i went to see him, and actually breathing entirely on his own, but was unresponsive, which is kind of a slide back from the progress he had made a couple of days ago. his wounds are healing, and tomorrow he'll have what i think is going to be the last of his facial reconstruction surgery, so hopefully he'll keep gaining ground, and eventually wake up. for the last 20 something years, when i was worried about something, dad would cheer me up, and i could always talk to him and at least hear what he thought about it, but now i'm worried about him, and he can't talk to me. these are scary times, fellas.