My dad

My dad had an accident. I found him on the floor of his room on Thursday, he had been there for a while. The hospital ER did a CAT scan and said "Catastrophic, and fatal". His brain had swollen, and continued to bleed, and it erased everything that made him 'him'.

We took him off the ventilator on Friday and he continued to struggle for breath on his own. Saturday, the watchspring in him started to unwind.

He died at 9:52 on Saturday night. He was only 63. The picture below is only 4 months old.

We had a complicated relationship, as do a lot of fathers and sons, but he was my dad and I loved him and I'm a little worse off now for not having him anymore.

The hole is bigger than I thought it would be.