Reality Sucks Sometimes

The death of my Dad becomes more real every day. I hate him being gone. I am thankful that I have Shad who is there to listen to me be sad every night when the kids go to bed. I just think he wasn’t supposed to go yet… it wasn’t his time… it just wasn’t.

It’s confusing to the kids. I hadn’t talked too much about him going to the hospital for back surgery. So, it was out of the blue.

Kate asked me the other day “Did Grandpa die in his suit?”



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