My Dad passed. Two weeks ago. It seems so surreal to type this. When he was born, the idea of an Internet where millions are computers are connected was science-fiction, and yet, I write of him here. I don't even recall my father getting the flu. He was always so healthy. Being a firefighter much of his life--he had no choice but to remain fit. I am trying to remain strong for my Mom, but I am depressed and grieve everyday.
He was well-known throughout the city. His friends told me he was a legend. But no none knew the 'legend' better than his own family. Though everyone tells me that time will ease the pain, I feel the pain is getting worse. I inherited my love of reading and my sense of self from him.
My view of the world is now skewed--I don't even see my students in the same way.