My father passed away at the age of 66, on January 19, 2014 at 8:45 am. He had lost the battle against his stroke for five years. Just like that.
I can't think of another title for this now. "The Reality Soap: After Dad's Funeral" is the first thing that came to mind, so here it is.
This will be about life after Dad's gone. I'll try not to be pathetically sappy or melancholy about it, though. I know the old man never liked mushy stuff. This is real life, he'd say again and again. Damsels-in-distress are as good as dead.
Where are we going from here? Moving forward, I suppose. We're moving on.
It's not going to be easy, so may God help me and everybody. Ameen...