And i wept. I don’t do that often. Nevermind that this was a very special friend. Nevermind how close to my heart she and her dad are or were (they were). That all contributed, and made me sad, but that phrase gripped me, and made it all the more real. “My dad died.” *thud*
There was no sugar coating it: “he passed away, he left us, etc…” No, my friend was always very to-the-point — very clinical, very grounded, realistic. It was raw, and no-nonsense… “my dad died.” What a horrible thing to have to say, and yet we will all, unless we beat them to it, will say it at some point. That’s scary. It’s life. It’s the way the world works, but it’s still scary. My frind is my age, her dad younger than mine. He was in his 50s. Scary.
“My dad died.” Thank you for being so honest. I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I don’t want to. He was such a good man. He was, is, your dad.