At a loss of what to do.

I don't know what to do right now. I'm sitting in the main lobby at Portland's Providence Hospital. I haven't slept since Sunday (12/16) Morning at 6:26am. (It's now 8:36pm on Monday the 17th) If someone is reading this and doesn't have any idea what's going on I appologize, this isn't going to be pretty to read, but I need to get somethings off of my chest.
By what I'm attributing to God's Will, my manager let me off early on Sunday night, I was supposed to get off at 6:30 and he let me go at 5:45pm. I called to talk to my mom and after a series of questions, mostly about where I was and what my frame of mind was, my mom informed me that my Papa was in the hospital. Something to know is that my family is extremely close, sometimes freakishly so. My family is my world. My Papa is my HERO. Not only is he MY HERO, he's the Hero of the entire family and well he's just a Hero. My Papa is the most amazing man in the entire world. He's the most caring man you could possibly meet in a lifetime.
Long story short, I got to the hospital and surprised my Gramma. She didn't know that I was on my way up here. Papa was doing good when we left. Gramma and I were the last two family members to see him alert, and joking around in true Larry Miller form. Gramma and I went home to get some rest, we'd been through this before and to recover he just needed some rest and some medication. Gramma and I laid down about 12am and Gramma got a call at 2:15am letting her know that Papa had had a seizure and she managed to not wake me up until 6:26am. I got up and she didn't make is sound really bad so I took a shower and quickly got in the car to leave. We got here as fast as we could and went in to see him... from here it's really a big blur of many many hours of waiting. Finally Uncle Gale showed up followed by Joe's family, Deb, Nikki, Cody, Sarah and Chris. Nikki and I have always been close. We were eachothers rock at this point. I'd been trying to reach my brother with no luck, his phone was missing. My dad was working in Bend, not really wanting to, but needing to all at the same time. I felt so alone, never in my life so alone. I had to be Gramma's strength, not that I minded it, but it was hard. Finally we reached Shawn and my dad drove back., but those few hours were really tough. I sat with him, I talked to him, and I just made sure that he knew we were there.
Damn does Papa know how to command an audience. My cousin Nikki, my brother Shawn and I basically sat with him through the night. There were two things that we knew for sure, 1. That Gramma would never be alone, and 2. That Papa would never be alone. I'm so numb I don't know what to do. Ok, so there's breakdown "i" ok so only a few people will get that, but hey what can I say. Ok, back to my story. The Dr's didn't know what was wrong, and they didn't know why all of this was happening. They did Catscans, MRIs, CTs, you name it I'm sure they did it. Finally we got some news, that they movements he was making weren't seizures and so they could take him off of the sedation and something else.
Today marked the biggest blow. They came and told us it was a stroke. We had hope, and we were strong. I felt like I was the glue that was holding everything together at this point, I wasn't but it felt like it. We were trying to be strong, I knew that people recovered from strokes, they got better. No not 100%, but they do get better.
Just before 10am they came in and told us that the Neurologist had looked at some things, ordered another scan and would meet with the family at 1pm. This started the phones and also sent my brother and I out on a spree, by this I mean we raced home, let the dogs out, picked up some supplies and food and raced back. Only to wait, the Neurologist was busy and had to wait to see us. We waited. We waited. Then with all of us gathered in this incredibly small box the neurologist started at the beginning to make sure everyone knew what was going on. They missed a clot in his aorta. They don't know if it would have made a difference. I say that it wouldn't have, this MUST be God's Will. Then she told us how the clot traveled up an artery and blocked the blood supply to the left hemisphere of his brain. This damage induced swelling of the brain, which then damaged the other side of his brain. He's not responsive. She then delivered the final blow. Papa is brain dead. And just like that My World was broken. I kept it together as I scoured the hospital searching for Nikki. She had chosen not to be in the room. I finally found her in a hallway with her brother Cody. Cody in the front followed by Nikki, me and Sarah we leaned on eachother and completely lost it.
Family members are arriving, and damn it they're coming to say goodbye. I haven't been in for along time now. I took Brett in there, because he needed me, but I couldn't stay. It wasn't seeing him like that, he hasn't changed since we came back Sunday morning. It was that he was in there, and I'm afraid to loose hope. He's still in there and I know it.
I've spent more time in the chapel these hours than I have in a long time. At first I went to pray, but I've gone beyond that, I go now to find peace... I just now am ok enough to sit down an write all of this out. I've left out details, and maybe when I'm stronger and want to give more I will.

I'm not writing this for any of you who may be reading. I'm writing because it's all I still know how to do.