Sunday, January 09, 2011I can hear the words and I can say the words and I can understand the words, but I still feel like I can't quite grasp the concept of my dad being gone.
Gone, like he's just out seeing a movie or something.
Especially when, on Friday morning, his doctor was talking about getting him discharged. Then on Friday night, he started feeling like he was getting sick. By the time he was taken into the hospital, they were calling it pneumonia. By last night, his already weakened heart wasn't able to handle it and we lost him.
Lost him, like we took him to the mall and weren't holding his hand and he wandered into the arcade.
He was the smartest person I ever knew, I always said I'd use him as my lifeline if I ever found myself on one of those knowledge-based game shows. He inspired my writing and my photography and my cooking and my love of reading and my endless curiosity. He was responsible for my height and my dry sense of humor. He was an excellent sane to my mom's crazy. And while I didn't see him often, I'm going to miss him every day for the rest of my life.