It's been one month.
05. February 2018 6:00 AM
I miraculously woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. My groggy mind couldn't think of a reason why my little sister would possibly be calling me at that hour, even though my family is two time zones ahead. Obviously my brain wasn't quite up to speaking level just yet, so I texted her, asking what she needed. She replied that she needed me to call her. That's when I knew something was off. What I didn't expect was for her to be bawling when she picked up the phone. But what she said was even less expected.
"Dad's gone."
It's not news that's easy to process. Especially not when your brain still wants to be asleep. Dad wasn't really even sick - we all knew he could take better care of his diabetes, but we had no idea he would pass on so soon.
I tried to carry on as normally as I could that Monday. I went to class and work, and tried to put on a brave face. I knew that if I kept myself busy, I'd be able to function. Sorta. I bought plane tickets to go home Wednesday and tried to just get through the day. Luckily I have a fantastic set of friends and neighbors who helped me a lot, since all my family is back East.
So what's the point of this blog? It's an outlet. For all the things I wish I could tell my dad. We connected on so many levels, and sometimes I just wish I could tell him things.
So here it is.
05. February 2018 6:00 AM
I miraculously woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. My groggy mind couldn't think of a reason why my little sister would possibly be calling me at that hour, even though my family is two time zones ahead. Obviously my brain wasn't quite up to speaking level just yet, so I texted her, asking what she needed. She replied that she needed me to call her. That's when I knew something was off. What I didn't expect was for her to be bawling when she picked up the phone. But what she said was even less expected.
"Dad's gone."
It's not news that's easy to process. Especially not when your brain still wants to be asleep. Dad wasn't really even sick - we all knew he could take better care of his diabetes, but we had no idea he would pass on so soon.
I tried to carry on as normally as I could that Monday. I went to class and work, and tried to put on a brave face. I knew that if I kept myself busy, I'd be able to function. Sorta. I bought plane tickets to go home Wednesday and tried to just get through the day. Luckily I have a fantastic set of friends and neighbors who helped me a lot, since all my family is back East.
So what's the point of this blog? It's an outlet. For all the things I wish I could tell my dad. We connected on so many levels, and sometimes I just wish I could tell him things.
So here it is.
My thoughts and prayers are with you
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