(Long Beach CA)
I lost my Dad a week ago. I had just woken up and my stepmom was going to do the laundry while my dad was siting on the couch, he started turning gray and sweating and speaking nonsense. He suffered a brain aneurism and was pronounced brain dead at the hospital. I just feel like there's this big empty hole inside of me. Like someone tore off my arm. My mother was mentally unstable so he basically raised me for twenty years. He was all I had. A part of me keeps thinking that he'll come back. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him. I've never seen my dad cry or go to the hospital not once in my life. My father was so strong and intelligent. He was going to get a Masters in Psychology. Sometimes I'd bug him while he was doing his homework and he'd try and explain what was going on but I brushed it off. He always joked that he wanted to be propped up in Macy's window with a Mickey Mouse tattoo on his forehead. I was always really shy as a kid and would hide behind his legs. I just feel so sad and empty. My father was such a good man and I miss him everyday.