I don't know what I will do with myself today.

Second day without my dad.

Well, it was really longer than that, He had been intubated for 8 days before that and was sedated and unconscious.

I remember when they left for his appointment that Thursday, I didn't say "I love you".

It wasn't on purpose. I just... it slipped my mind.

They went out the door so fast.

I remember telling him I hoped he would feel better; he said, "I do too. I'm so tired of being sick".

I don't know if writing any of this is helping me or not.

It's more like I have to do it.

Last time I talked to him was on a Thursday, and he died on a Friday.

I hate Thursdays and Fridays now.

Funny, those used to be my favorite days.

I was born on a Thursday.

Not sure where I'm going with this now, so I'll just... go