Missing my dad

So. I keep meaning to update here more often... and I really had intended to post something after our recent trip to Disneyland (and I may still write something up at some point). Last weekend, we drove down to Portland for a family dinner with my grandpa, my mom, step-dad, step-siblings and their families... my grandpa was up from Sacramento for the weekend and it was a lot of fun getting together with everyone. Afterward, rackham and I got a hotel room down closer to McMinnville with the plan to hit the Flight Museum there on Sunday. After a restless night, I woke up at 5:00 and utterly failed to fall back to sleep, finally reaching for my phone about 45 minutes later to check my email... which is when I noticed that my step-mom had tried calling at 2:20. And at 3:00. And at 4:30.

I knew it had to be bad... figuring my dad was in the hospital or my grandma had passed away, but it was so early I decided I'd wait a bit to call back (and of course there was no way I was going back to sleep at that point). At around 7:00, I was getting ready to get dressed so I could take the phone outside to call (Rackham was still asleep), when the phone rang. It was my step-mom again, calling to let me know that my dad had passed away.

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It's been a weird and exhausting week and I suspect it's not going to get better anytime soon. Above all, I really miss my dad.

Crossposted from my Livejournal