Dad passed away yesterday. He was riddled with cancer, and after the collapse a while back they gave him anywhere from 2 weeks to 6 months. He opted for the 6 months.
I think this is the part where, if I were on a TV drama, I would either lose it because he's gone and I finally realize how much I miss him, or blame him for everything I am today and just get mad. But, really... I'm having a hard time feeling much of anything about it. All I feel is guilty that I don't care more than I do. People are supposed to feel something when their parents die. Even if it isn't something right.
I guess things between us were just too far gone.