I traveled to Pittsburgh on 7/25 to be with my family after hearing my dad was not doing well. After spending a week with him in ICU in a coma, we lost him on 7/31.
Typing those words still doesn’t make it seem real. I feel like I am living a dream, a nightmare really… and I just want it to end. My dad was only 55, and he took really good care of himself- exercised, didn’t smoke or drink, ate healthy, maintained a healthy weight. To lose him at such a time seems so completely unfair.
It’s hard to share something so personal with some of my closest friends let alone on the blog with strangers, but I’m learning that talking about the tragedy of my dad’s unexpected death is one of the best ways to accept it and start some of the recovery process. Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers as we begin that difficult journey.