Friends, it hasn't been a good week.
I lost my Dad. Talked to him last Sunday night. Tried calling him on Monday night. No answer. Tried calling him on Tuesday night. No answer. That wasn't normal behavior, but Dad was known to work late or go to sleep early, so I just didn't think much of it. On Wednesday, we got a call from his work saying that he hadn't been to work all week. When the police broke into his camper, they found him in his bed. They believe he passed away Sunday night/early Monday morning.
Tomorrow, we have his funeral. We haven't got his body back, yet. There are some issues going on with it in Texas, so we are just going to have a little ceremony and then take visitors at our church. I think I have been going on adrenaline for three days, but I can feel the crash coming. I'm getting highly irritable, angry, and just mad at the world.
I haven't even cried, yet.
My dad was my hero. However, he just didn't take care of himself. He had a heart attack, two strokes, and was a diabetic....who didn't take his medicine or eat the way he was supposed. Right before Thanksgiving, I really laid into him about it. Said ugly, ugly things that he needed to hear....but it was so ugly. Right now, I regret it so...
Our conversation Sunday night was longer than usual. We talked about the Super Bowl, our plans for hunting season, and his granddaughters....he always talked about his girls.
I'm not sure how to get through tomorrow. I don't want to go to sleep....don't want to face the day. I know it is what I have to do, but that doesn't make it any easier.
I'm not sure who you talk to when you go to sleep at night, but please pray strength for our family.
Coach I am so very sorry for your loss. May your heart and soul find peace and comfort. I will keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers. Sending love, strength and big hugs.
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