My father died at around 6'oclock CST, and Idk. I'll fill this out when I can. I dunno how to react.
EDIT:
I mean, he's my biological father. Idk. Lemme try and gather all this out and write it down.
All my life, he's been kinda drunk and smoked. Once when I was 4, he kinda... was so passed out that my mom couldn't wake him. Dangerous, being unconscious and having a 4 year old run around the house, right? My mom moved out into base housing (she and he were Navy).
When I was in kindergarten, he tried to pick me up from school completely... drunk. The school wouldn't let him. Smart move.
I don't think I should express anymore details about that period.
At age 12, my new step-dad and my mom insisted that I visit him again. I did, for 2 weeks. It wasn't bad. He was an excellent cook, on the grill, which is all he cooked on.
And for the last few years, though he'd been sent to the hospital many many times (drinking and smoking constantly do that to a man), he also was more in contact with me and his other kids than he'd been for the longest while.
Last night/this morning, he was sent to the hospital again. He couldn't breathe. At about 5:47, he passed away. Respiratory failure. They put him to sleep, tried to help him. They couldn't revive him. Around 6:00, my mom woke me up and what a horrible wake-up it was. When I woke up again around 8:30, I remember crying. I don't think I was prepared. I knew it was inevitable -- people die, and the rate he was going.... but still. My heart sunk, my head hurt, my eyes were red and wet for as long as I was in the shower (it wasn't because of the shower), and I regained composure when I got out. I still walked to work today.
I'm his only legal child -- my older siblings were adopted and aren't legally his. Funeral papers and decisions... are all mine. I don't know if he wanted to be cremated or embalmed. I don't know if he has a will. We never talked about it. Our talks were always about the present, the past, never the future.
I loved him though. He was sick -- it was a problem. There are people with problems, addiction being a pretty big problem, and it's just too much for them. It doesn't make them bad people. He loved -- he deserves to be loved, too.
Idk, man.
Funeral is Wednesday, and I'm most likely going up there Monday.
I think, though I still want to talk to my brother and sister, that I want him cremated and have most of his ashes spread out to his favorite fishing spot.
Mizzjuicyflava
Im sorry for your loss. I recently lost a very close family member. They I coped is that I lived my life as she was still alive. THE love and advice she gave to me I shared it with others. In my heart she is still alive. So you my friend will grieve for awhile. But dont let it consume you. It will take a long time heal. Your are not alone. Remember that your father will always live in your heart and you can take him everywhere you go. My prayers go out to you and your family.