Well, he died.
As I wrote on February 4, 2004, my father was on a respirator after his second stroke. He improved somewhat but then complications set in and they put him on antibiotics. Some time yesterday evening he died. I only found out a few hours ago.
Nothing prepares you for the experience of losing your father. I am so confused, I don’t know what to think or feel. I want to be of support to my mother, help her through this huge change. I just feel like an
idiot, helpless and fumbling.
Who the hell am I?