My Dad passed away in his sleep last night. Cancer finally did it's job.
I know that people say it's suppose to be easier when you know it's coming but it's not. It really isn't.
The pain is the same. The grief is still there. The numbness has completely just taken over. My heart is broken not just for myself but mostly for my Mom and my brother. My Mom just lost her soulmate, my brother just lost his best friend.
There are really no words to describe how completely, for lack of a better word, fucked up this is.
My Dad should have had years left of life to enjoy. He should have been able to see my brother and I marry and start families and meet his future grandkids. It's so unfair.
Thank you Dad for everything you did for me. You stepped up to be my Dad when you didn't have to and I always respected the hell out of you for doing that, even during the pre-teen to teenage years when we just didn't get along at all. I wish a lot of things could be redone or different. I don't know how we are going to manage without you.
Please look over Mom and Steven. Please tell Colin I miss him and love him.
At least you guys are with each other now.