Wednesday morning my mom called me when I got to work and said my dad died in his sleep. He had bad health...diabetes, anxiety, sleep apnea, depression. And he was always so tired, but the man always had a smile on his face. We just figured he'd have a few more years left in him. I just spent last Saturday taking him car shopping and it was the first time in years we went to breakfast together. My brother is taking it especially hard since they worked together and he still lived in my parents house. I'd go to him a lot for advice or when I needed to vent about shit happening in my life, and he'd always just listen, offer advice and tell me how much he loves me. I constantly hear his voice in my head saying "I love you ol' buddy ol' pal". I can honestly say my life will never be the same.
