Life.

It's the call you know you're going to get someday, but you're never really prepared for the day it actually happens. That one of your parents has died. My dad. Wednesday morning. So unexpected. There is no handbook or rulebook for what you do, how you plan, how you deal. I'll be away for a while. But I know some of you know me personally and really well, some of you know me only through my novel or the blog. Either way, I thought I would share a bit. My dad was so cool, fun to be around, and so supportive of ALL things I did, as well as supportive of my sister and my mom in ALL things they did. Very proud father, as I wrote about him last fall for his birthday, who knew how much we loved him and who shared unconditional love with us all the time. A father who stays around to rear you, stays loyal to his family, and enjoys you as an adult as much as when you were a kid seems like such a rare gift and blessing these days. I definitely feel blessed to have had him for the years I did.
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