My Father Died This Morning
My mom called two hours ago to tell me that my dad died this morning.
I’m in a state of shock. I’m in a surreal mood where nothing is sinking in. This is how I felt at first when my close grandmother died, emotionless, only for all of my emotions to hit me like a brick wall once I saw my mom.
I know I can expect the same once I arrive back home in Charleston.
We’ll be leaving for Charleston as soon as my wife gets home with our daughter, hopefully within the next 30 minutes or so. I’m scared, knowing that reality is quickly going to take shape as I pull onto that long dirt road.
In the meantime, please, for God’s sake, call your dad.