I lost my dad on August 21st 2021. My phone rang at 4:00am that morning and I didn’t answer it but it did wake me up. I don’t like having my phone in my room when I sleep because I quite often would crank off for hours or watch YouTube until 3 in the morning.
When the phone rang I just laid in bed until I realized the time of the call. I was born when my parents were already in their mid thirties and considering I was 41 at the time it hit me and I got up and ran to my living room. It was my parents that called. I knew whoever doesn’t answer passed away. I just knew. I called and my mom answered and I will never forget these words. “Blast, I don’t know how to tell you this but…”
My entire world changed. I panicked. I started drinking. I walked back and forth for hours. Eventually I had to get out and I went to Walmart and I walked around. I saw people doing their shit. They had no idea what I was going through. At that moment I changed and realized to be good to good people. Fuck the rest. Give time for people that deserve it. I used to be very closed off and hateful to everyone but my family and a few close friends.
My dad died suddenly and he fell and hit his head on tile and bled out in the middle of the night. My mom found him at 3:30am.
If you have one or both parents please talk to them. Let them bitch. Let them treat you like you’re still a teenager. Sometimes it’s all they have. Call them. If they suck but it’s possible to repair it then repair it.
I have no regrets considering my dad because we got along so well. He was a genius at everything. So human. Kind. Funny. Harsh in a good way. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him.
If I could have one wish come true it would be to sit down one more time with him and eat a steak cooked medium rare and drink a big fucking rum and coke and just talk.
When the phone rang I just laid in bed until I realized the time of the call. I was born when my parents were already in their mid thirties and considering I was 41 at the time it hit me and I got up and ran to my living room. It was my parents that called. I knew whoever doesn’t answer passed away. I just knew. I called and my mom answered and I will never forget these words. “Blast, I don’t know how to tell you this but…”
My entire world changed. I panicked. I started drinking. I walked back and forth for hours. Eventually I had to get out and I went to Walmart and I walked around. I saw people doing their shit. They had no idea what I was going through. At that moment I changed and realized to be good to good people. Fuck the rest. Give time for people that deserve it. I used to be very closed off and hateful to everyone but my family and a few close friends.
My dad died suddenly and he fell and hit his head on tile and bled out in the middle of the night. My mom found him at 3:30am.
If you have one or both parents please talk to them. Let them bitch. Let them treat you like you’re still a teenager. Sometimes it’s all they have. Call them. If they suck but it’s possible to repair it then repair it.
I have no regrets considering my dad because we got along so well. He was a genius at everything. So human. Kind. Funny. Harsh in a good way. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him.
If I could have one wish come true it would be to sit down one more time with him and eat a steak cooked medium rare and drink a big fucking rum and coke and just talk.