Our Thanksgiving did not go as planned. I woke up early in the morning and began prepping the final dishes for our meal, worried because I was running behind. My phone rang and it was my brother. I knew immediately from the tone of his voice that our whole world had changed. Our father, my amazing, wonderful dad, passed away suddenly and unexpectedly today at the age of 59. Our day has been spent in mourning and disbelief as we try to get a grasp of this new reality.
The shock and devastation we are feeling at the loss of this incredible person is truly indescribable. I will be taking a short break from the blog as we deal with the aftermath, but I’m sure I won’t be gone too long. I know myself well enough to know that keeping a routine and doing things I loved will help me cope. I only ask that tomorrow, rather than spending time pushing through hoards of people to find the best deal, you instead spend time giving thanks for the blessings in your life and stick close to the people you love. At the end of everything else, they are all that really matters.
No matter how long I had with him, it could never have been enough. My dad was truly the most amazing and inspiring person I have ever known. And as wonderful of a father as he was, he was an even better grandfather (or Gagoo, as Andrew called him). There is really nothing else to say but Dad, you were the best.
