Last night at 2 minutes to 2am, his spirit left the body, the shell, he’d used while doing time on planet Earth.
Things are going in “frantic slow-motion” over here now, and it’s fucking hard. I wanted to keep y’all updated in case you were wondering but…chaos…so I went with another regular post.
The link to the “backstory” is here (aka: the post before this one):
Thank you for your kind wishes, thoughts, prayers, words of wisdom, offers to talk, and donations. Every bit of it is appreciated. (And the donations came in especially handy for gas, the “stuff” weird emergency situations require, and food en route to/from for me, so a definite thank-you for that.)
Now I get to muddle through planning my dad’s funeral and burial.
This sucks. I don’t want to bury my dad; I just want him to come home.
Rest in peace, daddy, and give’em all a rought time – especially my mom (your wife) and my favorite aunt (your sister) for leaving so damn soon.
I miss you, daddy.