This morning I received the call no child ever wants to receive, especially not those of us who live a world apart from our parents, siblings, and family.
My Dad suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. As I
type this I cry because I cannot be there to take my Mom into my arms
and comfort her. I cry because I cannot hug my brother or assure my
grandmother that despite my tears I will be fine. My father and I had
different views on the afterlife, but I do hope and wish ever so deeply
that he is allowed to rest in peace, knowing he was loved.
Papa, ich hab
— feeling devastated.