Wednesday, March 23, 2005

On the Death of My Father

Much has happened in the last week. It would be improper to believe I can word it in a way that could do the last week's happenings any proper description...

My dad died Thursday, the 17th of March. I found out at 8:30 in the morning and we drove up to the island in Washington that he and my mother live on.

I will probably need to write more here on this happening, as his death will affect me more and more strongly. It's how I deal with things. Slowly.

I can only say now that it doesn't seem possible or real, and I miss him painfully. He was 48 and died because his liver couldn't handle the medication he took that morning.

I'd like to post a picture, for myself more than anyone else:

My dad and son.

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