The Death Of My Dad

Maybe this will be a running series instead of one long article. A place where I can let my thoughts and emotions flow into the endless void of the internet. Not as a monolith of emotion but as a continual stream of my processing. It's hard to capture how blessed/fortunate/spoiled I am. My dad is an extroadinary man. He always has been and it's how I've known him my entire life. I'm blessed to have watched a self-created metoric rise of a man will the humblest of backgrounds. You know what... just read the eulogy I posted. this is tiring. It's fucked up that he's dead. This is all complete bullshit. I miss my dad.