So. This is not directly related to this thread but it's my life and I'm looking for ways to cope so writing about it is a little therapeutic.
My dad passed away around 2 am EST on Friday morning after a few weeks of fighting covid. He was going to be 58 on Feb. 11 six days before my own birthday. It's completely destroyed me mentally and physically. I had not seen him in person since last Christmas due to the pandemic and I never thought that he would not be there to see me after regular travel became safe again.
He was supposed to walk me down the aisle at my wedding and now he can't. He was supposed to give me advice to get through my 20s and he can't. He was supposed to grow old with my stepmom and maybe if I have kids he'd have more than one grandchild (my niece). I constantly feel like this is an alternate timeline and none of this was supposed to happen. But it did and it f/cking sucks so much
im so sorry for your loss, grace... i cant even imagine how you must be feeling right now. im going to echo the same sentiment as everyone else and say that i love you so much and ill be here if you ever want to talk