Originally Posted by
wpasierb 
I wish he would just take an anxiety pill and go to sleep or drink himself to sleep. Something to make it stop!
If wishes were horses beggars would ride. (so my nan used to say)
Thankfully my nephew was 50 miles away when his dad died from cirrhosis and heart failure.
He was 12 and had chosen not to live with his dad the year before he died. He gone to visit other family on the day his dad died. I'm so glad he was 'out of the way' and didn't see all the messy, undignified, painful parts of is dads illness. He's messed up enough as it is without having all that as a reminder.
My nephew used to hide in his room too, fortunately he had a way out.