14,724 Days Alive
2,512 Days Since My Dad Passed Away
9 Courses Until I Finish My Degree
7 Years Gone in December
Hey, friends. This ain’t a happy entry, for the most part. No offenses taken if you skip this one.
Okay. I am not doing okay. Tomorrow would’ve been my dad’s 65th birthday. He died December 4, 2018 from a shit ton of blood clots thrown off by multiple heart attacks in a very short period of time. My godfather got to say goodbye before Daddy passed. And I still miss him every day.
He wasn’t a perfect man. He was phenomenally flawed, to be quite honest. He was a certified Toastmaster, a nerd, and a Christmas fanatic. Roman Catholic and from Chicago, he was really good in the kitchen. Never set anything on fire, unlike my mother.
It was 2016 or 2017 when I figured out he was not my sperm donor. And it wasn’t until late January 2020 that I got a Facebook message from mine and Lucian’s progenitor. But, that’s a whole ‘nother thing.
Anyway, I am big sad. I’ve been struggling just to be alive. I’m just not doing well. We need groceries. I need to be able to pay my car insurance. I really want to be able to file for my LLC and get my website up and running to be able to take on more clients
Everything happening all at once sucks.
I miss my Dad.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 