Francois wrote:
8 years ago today, at about this very time, my mom called me to tell me my dad had not woken up. I didn't understand right away. He was 84yo, healthy-ish for his age and my wife and I were supposed to go to France a few weeks later to see everyone.
8 years later, it still hurts like a bitch. That's all.
It doesn't get forgotten. Remembering isn't a bad thing. It's been 30+ years since my dad passed (suddenly, heart attack). I still remember not understanding when my mom called w/the news. She said "Dad's not here anymore", and I was a bit confused about what that meant.
I was a college sophomore at the time when my dad passed. My son is now going into his Sr. year at college. I think about how I've had more time w/my son that I had w/my dad. And there are still major life-events ahead for my son that I'd like to be around for.
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Changing gears to a somewhat humorous exchange... I was getting a haircut and my barber said he visited family in Turkey about a month ago. I asked him how it went and he said it was good up until the moment his sister dropped dead! He went on how she was healthy, exercised, did all the right things, but still.
So he said F$#%k it, he's decided to make sure he lives it up. Food, wine, cigars, etc. b/c you never know. I did notice he'd put on weight since my last haircut and his own hair was longer now. Wondering what state he may be in when I return in about 6 weeks. Hopefully he doesn't keel over.