My dad died yesterday. He was 70.
I'm really numb about it. He was walking at work and just collapsed. Gone. Sudden.
Exactly the opposite of my mom's cancer battle 25 years ago.
I haven't told my friends or anyone yet. I don't know why. I just want to sit with it for awhile, I guess.
He was a good man. Grew up in rural GA, was a workaholic to provide for us. I had the best possible childhood imaginable. Growing up, I'd see him get so angry/frustrated when things didn't happen as they should. I think that's why my brother and I are so chill when "life happens." He was the angriest person who didn't drink, I'd tell people. But just in moments, not all the time.
In his last 20 years, he remarried and chilled out a lot. That made me happy. His wife and her family did a good job with that. He moved back to the area he grew up. That probably helped.
I didn't call as often as I should have. Only visited once a year. He loved me so much. Like he'd get misty-eyed every time I left to fly back home. He'd always hoped I'd move back east, but for no particular reason, I never did.
When I'd visit, I'd go back into kid mode. He'd have projects to do outside or around the house, and I'd be his helper, because he'd want to do it himself. I'd do the grunt work, just like as a teenager. That was our dynamic. He instilled a work ethic in me. I know that I can outwork a problem. I know we joke about how much time teachers get off, and we do, but we also get leave like any other job. Many teachers use it all. I have so much saved that I donate it to others and still have plenty left. I don't ever want to be the weak link. Being reliable. Being willing when you are able. Even in sports, I had confidence I could outwork the other guy to win.
I'm posting this here because it's a little more detached and that you guys will get how I'm feeling. I appreciate you all.