I had no idea the irony that the last subject heading would bring. Minutes after posting it I received a frantic phone call from my brother. Dad had a massive heart attack after clearing snow and we need to go to the hospital. 16 hours later his life would pass right there in front of the eyes of the doctors, myself, my brother and our mother.
Everything is a cluster fuck so I wouldn’t even take myself seriously. I’m doing my best not to be over dramatic but goddamn this is intense. When all is said and done I’ll sit down and recollect for everyone what’s happened. To those whom have sent us messages and food (and I mean ALOT of food) it is all very much appreciated.
(this would be the overdramatic part) I don’t know what’s going to happen when it’s over. I don’t know if I’ll keep blogging, retire father spoon, stop podcasting for a bit or who knows. My family needs me and I’m focusing my time there.
Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!